Hard heart
I’d get drunk and read the Bible, look at myself, then look away
Put the Good Book down, pick the bottle up, and continue on that way
I’ve got a wild and wandering heart, and a troubled one too
Don’t know if it’s a good one, but I know that it’s true
I don’t want to be as hard as I am, but this walk made me this way
So I armor myself, it’s what I’ve learned, to make it through the day
Use of harsh language, and use of hard drink
Are signs of the hardness in my heart, I think
But I hope that I’m more, and I hope that I heal
And I think I’m the voice, of what others feel
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