Heal a Scar

Words take flight like fleeting birds,

Yet their echoes never fade.

Soft or sharp, like swords or songs,

They carve the life we've made.

A whisper builds a broken bridge,

A jest can spark a war.

A careless curse may seal a fate,

A truth can heal a scar.

The lips may close, the voice may hush,

But echoes still remain.

Some return as whispered peace,

Some as endless pain.

Speak with care, for words take root—

Their fruit is yours to bear.

A single breath may shape the years,

So choose them with despair.