Simple words, spoken in haste, have started wars,
and laid lands to waste.
Hurtful words spoken in haste, have stopped love from growing,
And left a bitter taste.
A heart is a fragile thing you know,
and hurtful words deal a chilling blow.
For if they come from one you love,
They are as surely sad, as a mourning dove.
Sometimes there is truth in anger spoken,
But it does not lessen, the heart that's broken.
We cannot take back, what once is said,
It echoes forever, like nights of dread.
If hearts were stone, instead of love,
Then I would not feel the words above.
So never hurl a word of shame, for if love dies,
We are to blame…
Ron Walker December 2002
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