Sticks and Stones

H.T. Feivel: Sticks and Stones [Music for the Previous]

Eyewitness bore too much to bear
As sorrow struck him with despair
On springtime evenings, it is there
He wonders if love's in the air

After every perfect kiss
All he sees are signs of bliss
But when alone, memory is shown
These sticks and stones will break his hope

Father left him eight years old
No letters, words, or calling phone
The boy grew up feeling alone
His hatred burns a fire so cold
Because he's locked it up inside
A beast within himself he hides
He still recalls his father's eyes
Those nights that anger broke disguise

All this time, it's held inside
What do you believe?
Mother when will be my time
Where's your epiphany?
Come dance along these battle lines
Who's it gonna be?
Delude yourself, my Queen of Pine
Define your destiny?