You could knock me down with a feather,
and you can drown me in your rain.
As you speak your words to another-
the sound can leave a stain.
Your words cut like a knife,
and your breath can turn to dust.
You've made me whither through my life-
and let each tear drop turn to rust.
You push me down the river.
You carry me to the sea.
Your touch is like a sliver-
a cut you'll never see.