Why are words so hurtful, when spoken out of anger
Why do people say these things, do they really hate
The words they feel like razors, slicing up the heart
Each slice a painful stab, and now it's just too late
Will sorry make things right? how can one forgive?
Or must we just be humble, and ride the tide that flows
The words that beat us down, upon our bodies scar
We feel the closet closing, our heart no longer grows
Do we use the same abuse, and stand up for our right?
Do we cause our anger, to slice their heart back more?
Or do we try to understand, and reach out through the tears
And let our heart forgive them, or do we ask for more?
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