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