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