In the unseen, where words reside,
Lies a power that cannot hide.
The tongue, a weapon, sharp and keen,
With the might to wound or intervene.

With careless whispers, it can maim,
Leaving scars, inflicting pain.
A careless word, like arrows flung,
Can pierce the heart, where love was sung.

But hark! The tongue can also heal,
Mend shattered souls, make wounds congeal.
A word of kindness, gentle and pure,
Can soothe a heart that’s insecure.

With empathy’s touch, it can uplift,
Offer solace, like a precious gift.
A loving word, a balm bestowed,
Can mend what’s broken, lighten the load.

So let us wield this power with care,
Choose our words wisely, aware.
For in our tongues lies great might,
To bring darkness or shine with light.

Let words of love be our refrain,
To heal the wounds and ease the pain.
May our tongues be agents of peace,
Spreading joy, causing strife to cease.

For the power of the tongue, my friend,
Can shape the world, beginning to end.
So let us use it with wisdom and grace,
To build, to heal, and embrace.