you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed...

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 the back,
and when your back begins to smart,
it's like a penknife in your heart,
and when your heart begins to bleed,
you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

-a man of words and not of deeds-

-jing-