A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow Its like a garden full of snow And when the snow begins to fall Its like a bird upon the wall And when the bird away does fly Its like an eagle in the sky And when the sky begins to roar Its like a lion at the door And when the door begins to crack Its like a stick across your back And when your back begins to smart Its like a penknife in your heart And when your heart begins to bleed Youre dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 07:37:29 +0000