Some are round, smooth and belong

Others sharp, rough and wrong

They’ve all been thrown 

Breaking bones

Some people already know how to hurt on their own

 

Branches can be grafted on to new trees, to grow better

Written in letters to love and to anchor

“Does it matter what anyone else does?”

Sticks can be carved, lead beautiful orchestras

But we use them to wound bodies

And to do anything but ease

 

Then they came to a city of angels

Free of the school of evils

Each of us know the way

Find our way out of the fray

Just a few simple words to say

 

“I need some help”

I just need my heart to be held

“I didn’t want to say anything”

I’ve just been aching

“But I knew you would understand”

 

The hope finally sets in

You never realized how lonely you’ve been

They gave you something to believe in

They gave you the courage to win

Let the journey begin