I was a boy
I was young, stuck in a rut.
Words spouted out from the youth like waste from the slums
I was fine, this whole time,
'till I was shouting their terms, and standing in their lines
I was gone, said goodbye-
to my mind, and my life.
Hey, you’ve got another mind to sway
You better watch your mouth
You better watch what you say
Hey, at your tongue they will tear away
You better watch your mouth
When the wolves come out to play
Now, we’re alone
We communicate like animals
Sticks and stones
They can break and are only so powerful
But words carry on, through the air, rendering us all as fawns
Meaning we’re just too young,
and we’re stepping on the toes of giants now
We should take heed of the heat of our speech
What words can one tie into a phrase that can solder your cracked pride?