They Say

They say

They say you shouldn't suffer silent
but quiet's where we catch our breath
A widow-hurling, nordic giant
who rests his head with tightened chest

They say "come on, let's have a chuckle...
seeing as the family's here"
The way that bottle kissed your knuckles
swept away the Christmas cheer

They say tall up about your feelings
For every cloud is lined with gold
The glass that decorates the ceiling
Stops men like you from getting old

They say "cheer up, you're gunna be fine...
You're big and strong and cut down trees"
When walking dogs among the pine
A body snatched from nature's freeze