In my pain, I spoke in cruel tones

In my pain, I spoke in cruel tones
The man was old and small and  used a crutch
Letting bitter rage scream from my bones

Oh, better it would be to utter moans
Than let my anguish out in feet or inch.
In my pain, I spoke in cruel tones

What a person is may soon be known
He  turned and smiled as if I’d brought him luck
Letting bitter rage  scream from my bones

So this old man’s mature and fully grown
And will not cause me pain by any trick
In my pain, I spoke in cruel tones

Can I ever call my soul my own;
I, unfit, his ancient boots to lick
Letting bitter rage  scream from my bones

I seemed  colder than a stone or brick
His love made my own errors feel antic
In my pain, I spoke in cruel tones
Letting bitter hurt scream from my bones