Sticks and stones may break my bones,
And words may sometimes irk me,
But with my tongue, I’ll forge a sword,
A shield, to keep me free.
Though storms may rage and winds may howl,
And shadows try to claim me,
My spirit’s light will burn so bright,
The empty darkness will not tame me.
So let the storm unleash its might,
And thunder roar above me,
Will cuts through like clouds and steel,
And stand, unbroken, free.
Timothy Case 