Like flesh woulds and scares with time all things can be healed,
so they say.
Then why do we die or cry sometimes from a broken heart
of a loved one that's been killed?
Take two broken wings with two equal seams
and make them fly to a place of healing.
But the physical and emotional scares from a loved one
sometimes is oh so everlasting.
They say sticks and stones may breaks bones,
but words will never hurt.
I say that's a lie.
Tongue lashes from brawn to decay
we fall astray and like cattle
become the prey
