Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break you're bones
And words will split you're soul.
Use them hurtfully and you're end up in a hole.
Stick and stones may break you're bones
Yet words will leave you cold.
Use them wrong, and you'll become,
A sad little child all alone.
Sticks and stones may break you're bones
But words will crash you're heart,
Use them wrong and you'll become
A child lost and cold.
Flowers and Raindows may warm you're soul
But words will fill you're world,
Use them right, and you'll feel like
You're never alone...