It’s Those Words

It’s those damn words pouring from my soul,
coming so fast I cannot control.
The words that wind around and around;
this is the sound of the battle ground.

The drums pound and the cymbals crash.
The words roll out with a splash;
like the waves on the sandy beach,
words that hurt and words that teach,

Words that grieve and words that heal,
words that are lies and words that are real,
words that bring a smile and a tear,
words that come out crystal clear.

Silence. No words to convey.
Without the words, it will stay
as dark as night within the soul.
On the mind, it takes its toil.

Words are life and words are death.
They can breath life into the breast
or bring division and discord.
The pen being mightier than the sword.

We think them a trifle, a note in time;
but words stay forever in the mind.
The words that we speak and we write
have such power and such might.

Be careful little words where you go.
Be careful what little seeds you sow.

Copyright © 2005 by Karen M. Crump