Текст песни Sticks - Gabriel Carter

I thought my thing for sticks would be over by now
It's such a kid thing you know
Sword fights
Cops and robbers
The final touch on my sand castle

Nowadays it's not very often that I get to play
I just see things a different way
No more shapes or forts
This is a new game of sorts
The cops are gone but the crook remains

Thy rod and staff comfort me
I'm not afraid of the pain
These sticks provide, rescue and guide
Me to deeper trust in you

Sticks