In all those times
I feel that I am lost
Watching voices move in front
Three and four
Sounds that weave themselves
Into the strongest arms
To wrap around and keep my shoulders
Keep my heart warm
They say sticks and stones
Will only break my bones
But my own pen can out slay
Will outrank any sword
A heart that's made of coal
Still smoulders on below
And words we'll never say
Can never say
You'll never know
On days when it's too much
Stories told in touch
Comfort comes in patterns
Written down in code
These grooves worn in the ground
From pedals held down
Stay with me 'til grow tired
we grow old
