The Tongue

When ever I turn to look at you What could the difference be Out of all the words that you spew And a boat tossed on the sea To say you have a hard time Is to say the least A rudder for your tongue you'll find Might better suit your needs How many raging forest fires Come from out your mouth In ignorance you're tossing gas on it As flames come pouring out And if they don't move fast enough Your fanning of the flames With destruction from the tongue In all you have to say Instead of holding higher standards You're lowering the bar If you have no need to reach You'll never reach that far So batten down the hatches Put the lighter down Set the ladder to the side Until you figure out How in the world you get it done In this world in which we live I can tell you from experience With the tongue is where it all begins