It’s a mighty healing force

Chasing fear without remorse

A sip that soothes the soul with grace

A guiding light in darkest place

It lends you strength, it gives you might

To rise above the fear and fight

It depends on the one who speaks

On the voice that gives the word its wings

On the speaker, not the sound alone

(On the speaker, not the sound alone)

It’s a weapon sharp and cold

Inflicting pain that takes its hold

A blow that falls with heavy hand

Bad news no heart can withstand

It knocks you down, leaves you bruised

A blade through heart, deeply used

It depends on the one who speaks

On the voice that gives the word its wings

On the speaker, not the sound alone

(On the speaker, not the sound alone)

It can caress

It can depress

It can uplift

Tear hearts adrift

It can caress

It can depress

It can uplift

Tear hearts adrift

It depends on the one who speaks

On the voice that gives the word its wings

On the speaker, not the sound alone

(On the speaker, not the sound alone)