No stick nor stone has

Ever broken any bone of mine

Bruises come and go

 

But a word can cut right through me

The pen is mightier than the sword

The tongue is sharp as steel

No deeper wound I’ve felt

 

Here I go again

Retreating into the shell

My own private hell

 

Perhaps a word could coax me out

It would help to have a friend here

But no one calls my name

Outside there is silence