Words

What a privilege it is to speak A Divine responsibility Oh the words weigh heavy on me And we throw them around so carelessly There's so much power in little words We let them out and then we watch them burn 'Til the ashes fall and we come to find All the mess that they left behind They're wildfires in our homes But they can sooth a weary soul They're so difficult to control But they do more than we'll ever know There's so much power in little words We let them out and then we watch them burn 'Til the ashes fall and we come to find All the mess that they left behind It's like tossing pebbles in a pond The stone sinks down but the ripples run To us it seems like our words are gone But it sure don't mean they can't linger on There's so much power in little words We let them out and then we watch them burn 'Til the ashes fall and we come to find All the mess that they left behind