Action hurts but words kill



Body to cuts, cuts to body
Rocks may break my bones
Stick may break my glow
But it will not move my soul
Words of fear wait change gears
Blood flowing but no signs of tears
Two roads to walk left or right
Two trees on the hill I see
A long journey but worth the fight
Every punch from the people who try and handle me.
But look the sun is bright
It’s rays is hot and and too much for the sight.
No matter how much you sweep
dirt always have a reaction
Only but yet with no passion
Just like words that kill like a drill
Like a heart with hurt and now can’t feel
But with a soul with no will.