A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. When the weeds being to grow, it's like a garden full of snow. 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. When the sky begins to roar, it's like a lion at the door. When the door begins to crack, it's like a slit across your back. When your back begins to smart, it's like a penknife to your heart. And when you heart begins to bleed you are dead, and dead...
And dead indeed...
