I've heard it said, "nothing ventured, nothing gained"
But whoever said that must never have been framed
By the well intentioned words of a friend
You gotta take a chance every now and then

Stick your neck out on the line
Somehow surely you will find
The line's become the chopping block
And you've been chopped to pieces, squawk
Just like a chicken fowl you cry foul
But it's your feathers lying on the ground

Nothing's sacred anymore
No one's safe behind closed doors
Nothing's kept in confidence
Everything is fair game
Where gossip reigns

Now you wonder how you came to be here
In this cold and dark, suspicious land of fear
It all started with that tale they whispered in your ear
How could your friend have ever...

Now you search in vain for a way to travel back
To a time before their seeds of doubt cracked
The image of your friend but it's too late for that
Can you look him in the eye again'

We must guard our tongues
For it's too late once the words are spoken
The damage is already done
We must guard our tongues
For the words we spread twist with each retelling
A grown up kid's game of telephone

Proverbs 11:13, 16:28, 18:8; James 3:1-12

Copyright ' 2003 Dawson Cowals.