Sticks and stones may break my bones but calling names will never hurt me.
Words do hurt
I hope you know
They live in dirt
and continue to grow
In that garden of death
Those words drag me down
They lead me to the wrong path
Pulling and dragging, I'm under ground
Just like a seed
Those hateful words will sprout
It is their deed
To keep growing, I can't get out
In this garden of death
It's finally in sight
With the path saying right or left
Going left I escape the weeds
and the clutches of black roses
Their thorns so sharp make me bleed
But I'm not the one who loses
Eternal light at the end
I run and fight
Knowing my wounds will mend
I get closer to the light
The light at the end
Sticks and stones may break my bones but calling names will always hurt me.
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