Sticks And Stones

Sticks and Stones can break your bones,
but words hurt most of all.
Bruises heal, blood can clot.
What you say, penetrates the heart.
On the phone you broke the mold until your crowd grew near.
Starving eyes feeding blind what you take is what you give away.
Customary to disguise you underneath a cloud.
Customary to disguise you underneath a cloud.
Customary to disguise you underneath a cloud.
Customary to disguise you underneath a cloud.
There's a time clock cloggin' my veins.
My heart is upset, blockin' my brain.
Help me. I'm thinking in circles.
Dizzy and lost and I'm hopping the hurdles.
It's times like these that people feel sad.
People feel happy it's all a tapestry.
It's signs like these that balance the act.
Challenge the particulars sour the task.

© 2012 Radical Turf