What the Words Meant

What the Words Meant
The first time I heard it
Didn't know what it was
I listened to it over and over
I couldn't get enough
I knew every syllable
And the space in between
And I wondered
What my own song would be

I thought I understood what the words meant
I thought I knew the meaning behind
I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
And wondered about the stories inside
I thought I understood what the words meant
I thought that they were written for me
A message spelled out in a language
That only those who've been there
Been there can read
The first time I heard it
Didn't know what it was
It was foreign and angry and brilliant
I couldn't get enough
But the story behind it
You revealed it to me
And I realized
You had lived through what I had never seen
I never understood what the words meant
I never knew the meaning behind
I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
But didn't know the stories inside
I never understood what the words meant
The words were never written for me
A message spelled out in a language
That only those who've been there
Been there can read

I wish I didn't know what the words meant
Or understand the meaning behind
I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
And now I know the stories inside
I wish I didn't know the words meant
That they were never written for me
A message spelled out in a language
That only those who've been there
Been there can read
Been there
Been there can read
Been there
Been there can read

Al escuchar esta canción de Mike Shinoda por primera vez, quedé cautivado. Repetí una y otra vez sus versos, absorbiendo cada sílaba y pausa con avidez. Me sumergí en la melodía, reflexionando sobre qué significaría mi propia canción...