Songs Without Meaning

It's all riddles and words,
Songs without meaning.
Shepherds tending their herds,
On staffs they are leaning.

It's all riddles and words
These lives we lead.
Do we fly with the birds
Or do the swimmers we heed?

Riddles and words, riddles and words
That swell and confuse.
Tawdry traps these strings of words,
Which ensnare and abuse.

It's all riddles and words,
But I found the key.
It isn't about smiles or hurts,
Not for you, nor for me.

These riddles and words
I now clearly see,
Determine our conc'rds
And shape our history.

It's in riddles and words
That we may truly find
Breath in sails gone seawards,
So we are not left behind.

Because when riddles and words
Are deciphered and keyed,
His Peace will flow inwards,
The Voice of Truth we will heed.