It ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter ...

And you carry those bruises
To remind you wherever you go

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow.


mebbe my heart's been in "the ice house" a bit long.