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.