Words break barriers once sunken in stone
Batter me down with your sharp eloquence
The walls, the beams, the foundation lay prone
Take cover in your well of newfound defense

Words can tumble the architecturally sound
Brother’s stone house 'side mine made of brick
The interwoven details of the blueprints are found
That one word can shatter either so thick

Words are worms that burrow tiny long holes
Through innocence we dig and grasp them to share
Words to the wise have their well-crafted rolls
But for some they are used to raise neck hairs

Words aren’t language to be dead from the young
Words base thoughts into action or dreams
Words from the heart or words from the tongue
Words slip 'long course of babbling streams

(little tiny micro-soft words)