People can bring healing but it’s because of people I am hurting
People are capable of loving, but I really can’t see what it really means
Til I look at the Cross, and see you on top of Calvary’s tree
People can use their words to bring people joy,
I feel like they use words as a way of revenge
A way to get back at others
A way to try to ease away the pain that they feel
Because if they can hurt someone else, it seems like they hurt less
Tryin to use your tongue to bring life, is much harder than bringing death

People can be stubborn
People can be hurt
People can be forgiving
People can be loving

Trying to figure out what is going on before it is too late
Tryin’ to decide another’s fate, by speaking words of hate
To regain the trust that was broken by the words that brought you pain
Figurin’ out who you can trust, and who will turn their back on you

Sharing the things that keep your heart beating,
Can be the very things that you learn to hate
I don’t like sharing pieces my heart
Because they may return as shattered glass
Trying to make sense of everything

If people really knew what their words could do
Would people tell eachother that we mattered
Would people use their words for good
When I look at the words that were meant to heal
I find that my heart is healing more than I thought