Words are Windows (Or They’re Walls)
I feel so sentenced by your words I feel so judged and sent away Before I go I 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 love light 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 ~
(taken from the book Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life by Marshall B. Rosenberg, PhD)