Words are weapons for the frightened,
Showing pain, being terrified.
Though it may not be everything,
A word is a beautiful thing.

Words are doorways for the purest,
Used to unravel the newest
Life, making new worlds of love ring,
A word is a beautiful thing.

Words are the minds of the darkness,
The plans of destruction suppressed,
The few that’s left, dissipating,
A word is a beautiful thing.

Words are callous and words are vain,
For happiness, a life of plain,
Change the words from hate to love, sing,
A word is a beautiful thing.