The World and Me

When I was young I learned the world had a sharp tongue. 

But, among the battles I fought, the world won. 

The day I lost my heart stung. For my life had been restrung. 

The pain that overhung, haunted me like a black lung. 

And I learned the world could be so high strung. 

The lesson that followed was I growing up, and alot could be sung.

And one slip of the tounge could change the world, and make it unfurled.  

For I knew it was me who could come with a beating drum and change the song that was originally sung. 

To a different place where I could repaint the sharp tongue of the furled world, that was once so high strung.