Sticks and Stones

Throw your sticks and stones; throw your bombs and blows

Because this is the part of me that you’ll never know.

You’re never going to break my soul.

I’ll seize the day; I’ll stand my ground

Until your mighty words make me come crashing down

So, throw your sticks and stones, throw your bombs and blows.

You can call me cruel names; go ahead and make it a game.

Do whatever you please to try and rise over me, but

You’re never going to break my soul.

Words can hurt, lies are vile, and people are so cruel these days.

Bear your weapons, put up your armor, I’ll fight if I have to,

So, throw your sticks and stones, throw your bombs and blows.

If this is your game, don’t hold back, come through

With everything you want to do, say what you feel, be real;

You’re never going to break my soul.

I’ll overcome you because I’m strong enough to win.

I’m someone whose heart beats deep from within, so please,

Throw your sticks and stones; throw your bombs and blows

You’re never going to break my soul.