There can be beauty in broken, tender in hurt
When harsh words are spoken they’re mostly inert
It’s not always plain what people are saying
They may be in earnest or merely just playing
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The trouble is people don’t think ere they speak
They utter such tripe and jump in with both feet
They consider no feelings, don’t choose their words well
It seems they are thinking we can all go to hell
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Interpret what’s said in the way that suits you
No need to worry if you don’t have a clue
It’s true what they say about sticks and the stones
No-one’s harsh words will ever break bones!
