Maybe sticks will hurt,
Maybe they’ll hit from far,
Maybe they will hurt,
But words are what will scar.
Maybe stones will cut,
Maybe bruise, they will,
Maybe they will hit you,
But words are what will kill.
Maybe wounds will be left behind,
A scratch, a scab, a hole.
But words will cut deep inside
And cut into your soul.
Maybe sticks will hurt for a while,
But the wounds will fade away.
But what will hurt forever,
Are the things they say.
