Echoes

My previous words, I have spoken return to me like birds strange how this has awoken For these kind words never die, but return to fly For good things we say are like birds at play Kind words will always exist, unlike shouting and use of fist kind words never die, they will return to fly These words echo, rebound if you will for good words never go they never maim or kill, always they flow these echoes, sound out your heart and beat like a drum, many good words to come for words never die, for the good ones fly bad ones decay, brought up another day swear and curse all for the worse the good words you hold in your heart and hand, release these words for they are your golden birds, let them populate the land, let them go for they will return as an echo for golden words never die, but always rebound, as words of golden, let them fly, let them flow hear their sound