With icy stance waiting to embark
And like darts pierce a heart
And sympathy shown to none
Hurtful syllables one by one
Wounding words linger on and on
With no words of comfort to the soul
And bitterness rough and cold
And injury felt so prime
Healing only in passage of time
Wounding words are imbedded in a child's mind
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