Softly dropped, the words we hear
Around the grapevine of yesteryear

Secrets told without a thought
Words that we have not forgot

No regard for wrong or right
False or true, words hold us tight

Blinding us ’til we can’t see
Blurring our reality

Spoken poisons change our minds
Leaving common sense behind

Malice makes our heart grow weak
From the day when we first speak

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