Words fail me too
In times when winter’s winds shift
And the freezing rain cannot be
Mistaken for tears;
All fall down…

I stand alone
With someone’s hand in mine
And my heart clenched in my other
They call me because I love the cold.

Speak to me of edgy joy
My silence never lasts very long
I’m the one voted most talkative
I’m not sure I’ve got anything smart to say

My faith in words, contained to paper;
From my mouth could be a lie
Perhaps my heart’s closer to my hands
Than my lips will ever be

Bring me the breeze that makes them shiver
Bring me the broken pieces
This is a place I’ve never been
Yet a place I feel too well
Somehow I feel stronger now
Ask me to your hell

Weeks ago I dreamt of mirror slivers
While looking farther in
Now to stand inside the valley wet
The tornado’s echo still shakes the hills:
I sleep among the wreckage
And wake to face the storm.

Be not seduced by the funnel’s force
How it repeats and spins the air
It moves the anchored stones so far
Disassembles all; strong, true and fair

I wear no special clothing
To avoid the elements
My protection rests inside me
I could be naked, soaked and blue
My faith forgives my love of the cold
And holds me closer still

Bring me the breeze that makes them shiver
Bring me the broken pieces
This is a place I’ve never been
Yet a place I feel too well;
Somehow, I feel stronger now…
Ask me to your hell.