Everybody Knows a Little Bit of Something

everybody knows a little bit
the time for playing innocence is over
ignorance is a road that leads to trouble
wisdom is a treasure born in heaven
those who find her have a precious something
now everyone’s entitled to his own opinion
criticism without knowledge
much is learned from small beginnings
much forgotten causing folly
this love i found is covered in forgiving
everyday there’s hope for the future
before i sing these words out of being
let me take the time to say i love you
i saw the man stare in silence
why can’t he be honest with who he wants to believe
a cry for help was written on the cover of the magazine
and i know what it means