Doubt ye not,
The power of words,
For they can build up,
Or they can desrtoy.
Like firey arrows,
From the tongue they fly-
They can give life,
Or cause one to die.
Words,
They be not something,
With which to toy-
Words can wrought sorrow,
Or bless one with joy,
Words can bring one
Sweet memories,
or painfu panging of regret.
So speak ye not,
words of death,
But rather words
which be sweet-
Baby's breath.
Macy Dvirnak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-s-breath-5/
