Harsh Words from Stone September by Cesky

harsh words
kill birds
my wings
sure gonna sting on their way out

she won't concede
my shoulders bleed
the blood all down my arms
is not evidence enough

hard times
send good men blind
will turn their noble souls
to smoke and dust

short lived
fury and fire
at your finger tips
pointing down
down at her

short fuse
old news
the ears and eyes of someone
with a box over their head

she swings
punches
head first into the water
I'm supposed to shake her hand

soft skin
can never win
I puncture easily
nut Jesus I am free
Jesus I am free

harsh words
kill birds
my wings
sure gonna sting when they are grown
sing when they are grown
but not to you

• Electronic
• Folk
• Rockingham