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When I Was Young


Back when I was young

I learned to hold my tounge

Not to speak out of turn

Or say words that will hurt

When I got older

And a little bit bolder

I learned that being silent can be just as catastrophic

As if I had just held my tounge

Like when I was young

 

 

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