your words, your voice

Stones and sticks,
Sticks and stones.
Something else will break my bones.
Words will hurt,
They can leave you in the dirt.
Their not just letters put together,
They aren't a little harmless feather.
Because the right words can be kind.
Some gives us strength to find.
But yet it can still tear us down.
It can turn are heart to a pound.
Stuck to the ground.
Never to fly,
Hard to try.
In are journy to touch the sky.
We know well words can raise us up.
Though with tears can they fill are cup.
They can push us to the top.
While the same ones can make us stop.
See how one word can lead to compeletly diffrent ways.
Maybe lead us in that same direction for days.
Look at the words you been spill out.
Think before your about to shout.
Pick a road you wish to show.
Lead the way as you go.
Every word counts even in the past.
Because we never know when its the last.