A man of words
A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds.
And when the weeds begin to grow,
it's like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall, it's like a bird upon the wall.
And when the bird away does fly,
it's like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky begins to roar, it's like a lion at the door.
And when the door begins to crack,
it's like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart, it's like a penknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed,
your dead, and dead,
and dead indeed.
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