Fuzzy

they don't want to touch it
why don't they touch it
to see if it's real
the proof is in the feel
I found it in the field
next to the hill by the lot
with a little bit of grass
and a lot of dirt
to till it took a lot of work
cleared out the glass
so no one gets hurt
on my sharp words
honed by steel
iron sharpens iron
when I've had enough
you could, get cut
I'm sliding down 
the edge of a sword
so I know, what it's like
to be sore
and cut in half
not knowing 
my end from knowing
my beginning
let me lend you a hand
will you let me borrow yours
it don't hurt to touch
to feel it's real