Words. Such small things,
Yet from them all things spring.
Together they can build a paragraph,
directing a story's path.
They're composed of just mere letters,
But with them the world is better.

Mere words can crown Kings,
can secure a hard-fought win.
They are used to create,
can direct the path of fate.
Words can stab your heart,
make you fall apart.

Words can give life,
but they can also sow strife.
They can make you free,
or they can cost a heavy fee.

Sometimes they're spoken too late.
Sometimes they only spread hate.
But words can also spread love,
They can give peace, like a dove.

Words can nourish and grow,
they can help ideas to flow.
Other times, words can kill,
they can make people ill.

So many words are spoken,
With them promises are made,
But, they can also be broken.
And leave people lonely and afraid.

They are often used for play,
to create imaginary worlds far away.
Words are spoken every day,
minds shaped by what people say.

So next time you open your mouth...
Hesitate, before you shout.
For you can choose to speak life,
Or your words may cause strife.
Sure, they might be true,
But will it help, or just make them blue?
So choose carefully, and be kind,
for words can deeply affect a mind.
Be gentle, use your words to make art
which is healing to a hurting heart.