Sticks and Stones
Sometimes I don't know why
you cause me heartache and pain,
there are days that go by
where you drive me insane.
I have my feet planted
firmly into the ground,
no matter what you do
you can never knock me down.
You can hurl your sticks
hit me with your stones,
but I'll come back stronger
more than you've ever known.
I'll win in the end
so go ahead, call me names,
sticks and stones may break my bones
I'll never again, play your stupid game.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.9/2015
I don't know where this one came from.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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