Jane Clemons

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones break my bones

Your words hurt me

I run with scissors, I step on cracks

But the last thing I need is to take you back

 

I could have married a King\'s son;

but instead I found you

You loved another,

but I never knew

 

All the King\'s gold

Decreed the man in the moon

will all be yours one day

should I not stay

 

Your words put a dagger in my heart

and you weren\'t even smart

When you said that you quit us

because I\'m old

 

You threw

Sticks and Stones

 

I cried, I pleaded

saying that you can\'t leave us

And asked, \"What about

our pledge of trust ?\"

You were cold and

simply said that I am old

 

You threw

Sticks and Stones

 

Now you say that you want me back

But, as you said....I\'m old

The tables have turned

and if truth be told;

You can have the young girl with hair of black

 

So, don\'t even bother to unpack

I\'m going to let her pick up the slack

And have you so I can dodge your

Sticks and Stones

 

Good luck, old man...

you will need it

When the day comes that you 

will have to dodge HER

Sticks and Stones