I hear those word echoed across time,
Spoken in a whisper, shouted across miles.
I hear them when no words are ever spoken.
They can be sad, or even frightful, but not glad,
They are hurtful and cruel, unkind in what they say.
I memorize the face the look the action.
Oh how i wish they were never so,
How they would just go and not return.
They take love and life and all hope with them.