words are spoken without knowing
how well they will be received
at the moment, we're all hoping
they'll fill the void or supply a need

heard but not seen, words tend to lean
on the side we feel is right
hard to keep, we set them free
sometimes words come back to bite

words are spoken much too often
more or less in bitterness
sometimes falling before their calling
leaving little if nothing else

sticks and stones know words alone
can either cure or break a heart
one by one they take their turn
words are where conversations start