Chain of Sorrow

You can gaze out the window
get mad and get madder
throw your hands in the air
and say what does it matter
but it dont do no good
to get angry
so help me I know

For a heart stained with anger
grows weak and grows bitter
you become your own prisner
as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap
of your very own chain of sorrow

John Prine