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THIN ICE
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. each time you hurt me,
you give me a choice -
to swallow my pride
or raise my voice.
the moment soon passes.
I don't make a fuss.
I don't want a thing
to come between us.
each little battle,
you think you're the winner.
the ice that you stand on
only gets thinner.
II. the scars that you gave me
are painfully raw,
my bandage of hay
from every last straw.
there isn't much more
of you I can take.
you are the skater,
I am the lake.
sunshine is broken
by lightning and thunder.
ice begins cracking,
and you go under.
ENDING: when you stopped breathing
and you turned blue,
part of me died, too.
© Copyright 2006 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
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