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.