I wounded a heart with a careless word
Like the broken wing of a lilting bird.
I lightened a heart with a word of praise
Like a blooming rose on the bleakest days.
When I wounded a heart my heart broke, too,
When the hurt of another came in view.
When I lightened a heart my heart was gay
Like a blooming rose on the bleakest day.
V.C.
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