And who is this figure,

Talking,

Talking to find his voice,

With his body,

Not as fragile

That big, ol’ body –

Praying to be felt,

With them big, ol’ shoulders,

That don’t quite fit,

Hanging,

And dangling around,

‘Cept the words,

Them big, ol’ words

– what about them?

Well, words,

They’re just words.