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...
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...