Song

[avevale_intelligencer]

Something in a sort of Drakish style (well, self-indulgent and whiny anyway), more about how I feel than anything that's actually happened.

STICKS AND STONES

I live my life
In a clutter of words
Some are set free to wander
Most go unheard
I work them with passion
I play them for fun
And I wouldn't give up
A single one

My words are my weapons
My sword and my spear
I've caused some hurt
And maybe some fear
The fights I've been in
Some I didn't choose
And sometimes when I win
I'd much rather lose

Sticks and stones
Can break your bones
But words can make
You feel so alone
Bones can mend
And pain will end
But in a war of words
You cannot pretend
You don't feel it...

I've tried to give
As good as I get
And I've taken wounds
I'll never forget
This wordy warfare
Is a dirty game
And for my part in it
I am the one to blame

Sticks and stones
Can break your bones
But words can make
You feel so alone
Body pain
Will fade again
But in a war of words
The wounds remain
Long as memory...

I live my life
In an armour of words
And when I go to battle
I'm undeterred
They say that victory
Should taste so sweet
But all I seem to find
Is one long defeat

'Cause when the battle ends
All that I see are friends
Wounded by the words
On which my life depends
My passion for words
Caused nothing but harm
And all I want right now
is to lay down arms
And stop fighting...

Sticks and stones...

Comments

[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

Remember the ploughshares are made of the same stuff as the swords. Don't stop using the words.

[valydiarosada.livejournal.com]

I'm having problems with the scansion of the verse beginning "My words are my weapons" - and I never thought I say that about something you wrote. :) Is the tune different for that verse?