Isn't it just rock
But more like a diamond
Isn't it just a hard place
But more like your spine
That diamond becomes a beautiful ornament
In your hand
And you laugh, live, love, sing
Bondage of many kinds bloom like spring
So you hold the diamond close
Kiss the edges
Lay on the multicolored blanket;
The foundation of your picnic
That diamond becomes rock-hard
In your hand
And you cry, weep, ache, moan
All ties are cut and once again alone
But you still have the diamond; you hold it close
Squeeze the edges
Heart between diamond and spine;
Crushed by rock and hard place
