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First words spoken usually decide if they’ll be heard
If they’ll fall on deaf ears or if they’ll soar like a bird
Those that do not hear them will be stuck on the ways of old
Others will hear the sweetness and will swallow the words whole
Those that do not hear them will begin to claim their own defense
The others may not hear them as they think that it’s pretense
If only they could open up to hear the meaning behind the words
If only they could seek out the subject and take heed to the verbs
They would learn a brand new lesson that will lead to a new way of being
It’ll open up their eyes farther to see a new way of seeing
If they could approve the words as if they were meant to bring them life
And not cease to hear anything further because the words cut them like a knife
If they could let the words that soon follow soothe their battered souls
And not accuse the words of slander and make them turn cold
But if they could learn to see from whence the words have truly come
They would know they were meant to bring their mind & spirit together as one
Until we realize that words are faithful to bring change to life
Only then can we allow ourselves to see things in a brand new light
But if we continually stop at the words that seemingly hurt
By retaliating our feelings with our mouths and arguably tend to blurt
We’ll never hear the words that were undeniably meant for change
And we’ll never be able to stretch any further than our inside range