Words Are Like Weapons

Words are like weapons with bullets of lead That pierce through your soul when angry and said. When someone shoots his mouth off like a loose cannon, You can’t help but get hurt as the mortar is landin’. The thing about these wounds to the soul, There’s no bleeding to stop from invisible holes. Though, on the surface, there are no wounds to tend, The damage is often deeper and harder to mend. Masked by pride, courage or good old denial, Make no mistake, this pain maims and defiles, Reducing the toughest man’s heart to that of a child's. So the next time you’re angry, don’t be absurd. Lay down your weapons of hollow point words. There is a better way to accomplish your goals Without doing battle and wounding other's souls.