Words

A rather simple old poem, but one worth pondering.

If sometimes we'd use our head
We'd never say all the things we've said.
I don't know if you've ever heard
But a lot depends on your choice of words.

Sometimes words can make a song
Or can start cold wars if ever used wrong.
You can believe those words without a doubt
But it all really hangs on how they come out.

Even though your words might have meant well,
How they'll be taken, you can't always tell.
Your words might bring some satisfaction.
Sometimes they speak louder than whatever action.

Say something wrong and you just might regret it.
You can't always fix the damage, though you might not have meant it.
Before they come out, I hope it occurred
It makes a big difference to think about your words.