I feel so sentenced by your words,

I feel so judged and sent away,

Before I go I've got to know

Is that what you mean to say?

Before I rise to my defense,

Before I speak in hurt or fear,

Before I build that wall of words,

Tell me, did I really hear?

Words are windows, or they're walls,

They sentence us, or set us free.

When I speak and when I hear,

Let the lovelight shine through me.

There are things I need to say,

Things that mean so much to me,

If my words don't make me clear,

Will you help me to be free?

If I seemed to put you down,

If you felt I didn't care,

Try to listen through my words

To the feelings that we share.

-Ruth Bebermeyer