Always Burn
Words are just words, each made by a different letter,
one added to another, makes it even better.
Words without form, have no meaning you see,
until we arrange the words, as we want them to be.
Passed down through generations, the words we build,
not truly seeing, what they yield.
Mighty and powerful, they become you see,
those very words, rule over you and me.
We are all capable, of those words we speak,
to find in life, those thing’s we seek.
Words are the keys, to unlock this world, in which we live,
words are the fruits, of our garden, to others that we give.
They can make us, or they will break us, you see,
words play a bigger part than you or me.
The power of the spoken word, who can break its grips,
especially when those words, come from lying lips.
Words, break words, people breaks people, with their word,
no matter how you put them together, they will be heard.
So the words you speak, can make or break,
which side of the words would you partake.
For what we give out, will always return,
a house made of wood, will always burn.
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