A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that’s broken!
And made a friend sincere.
A word—a look—has crushed to earth
Full many a budding flower,
Which had a smile but owned its birth,
Would bless life’s darkest hour.
Then deem it not an idle thing,
A pleasant word to speak;
The face you wear, the thoughts you bring,
A heart may heal or break.
—Author Unknown