STICKS AND STONES

 

(Instrumental intro)

 

When did the anguish first begin

When did the viper venture in           

And snare our loving child

Who always wore a smile               

While growing free and wild

 

From when she newly flowered            

As if from some dark cloud

Light faded from that day                        

In a dark and dismal shroud                 

She quietly drifted away                   

 

Blinded by the lies

Spat from the viper’s eyes                     

From this snake in the grass

Who would never let her pass

Through his veil of vitriol and hate

 

She could no longer see the light

She knew not wrong from right    

Stranded in a dark abyss                                         

She only heard the serpent’s hiss    

In a lonely world that ran amiss                  

 

It was breaking our hearts

To watch her fall apart

She could not comprehend

Her life was not to end

Switch off the crippling sound

Turn your life around

Open up new doors                                  

The fault is theirs not yours                   

With so much to give   

So many, so many, so many reasons to live

 

 

Don’t give up the ground

Quell the baying hound

There are no sticks and stones

There are no broken bones

In time you’ll come to see

They’re only ugly words

 

Only words.

 

 

 

Rodd Sherwin

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