Sometimes (perhaps always) the words we don't want to hear (apparently hurt us) are the ones we should hear (actually heal us).
A word to the wise (namely, to a certain user).
A word to the wise (namely, to a certain user).
Ye heavenly tones, so powerful and mild
Why seek ye me, me cleaving to the dust?
Ring roundabout where tender-hearted men will hear!
I hear the message well but lack Faith's constant trust;
This gave a HUGE blue spark, stench and huge burn marks. Thankfully on the metal top case, which I already put on again and not on my face. That would have hurt badly (though it might have improved my looks)