Blue Cold

Cold,

Blue cold.

It owns everything it touches.

The strongest tree, the weakest man,

Shivers in its clutches.

The icy breath of frozen winds,

Turn your head around.

Frozen fingers grip your soul,

That screams without a sound.

Cold,

Blue cold.

Rushing rivers wide and deep,

Lay silent and still,

In frozen sleep.

Hidden currents slowly creep,

With secret dreams,

That they must keep.

Cold,

Blue cold.

Oh, how my fractured spirit aches,

For peaceful sleep,

For numbness sake.

But sleep right now is death for certain.

Best stay awake,

And feel the hurtin’.

Cold,

Blue cold.

The things that most make you feel your life,

Are the ones that can take it from you.