Song of Words

Rods and needles will prick my skin,
But the harsh words wont do so.
Because for hurting the heart
They are modified to mean so.
A hit from stone or a metal piece
Might cause someone a scar;
But it is the word knives
Of evil they are the Czar.
It is the word swords which prick the heart to bleed;
In the darkest night keeps one ajar.

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