The spoken word like a spent arrow
Once it leaves cannot be taken back
It leaves its mark, no matter what
Yet we speak without a thought
Pass judgements not knowing the truth
Do we stop to think we may have been too hasty?
Do we stop to ask have we misjudged?
Do we ever question have we hurt?
We are so fast to decide , the right , the wrong
So fast to judge, so fast to label another
Can we not pause?
Reign in our thoughts, our judgements, our careless words?
Just long enough to question
Is my truth the only truth?
Is my perception the reality?
Who am I to sit on judgement,
over someone elses' truth?
2001
Once it leaves cannot be taken back
It leaves its mark, no matter what
Yet we speak without a thought
Pass judgements not knowing the truth
Do we stop to think we may have been too hasty?
Do we stop to ask have we misjudged?
Do we ever question have we hurt?
We are so fast to decide , the right , the wrong
So fast to judge, so fast to label another
Can we not pause?
Reign in our thoughts, our judgements, our careless words?
Just long enough to question
Is my truth the only truth?
Is my perception the reality?
Who am I to sit on judgement,
over someone elses' truth?
2001
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