I Carry Winter in My Bones
Cold is the hue of my blanket, Blue is the ice in my soul. A lesson left by a devil, Whose winter never left my bones. What brews inside Is buried deep within. It might surface in hints On dewy nights And windy days, Where
Cold is the hue of my blanket, Blue is the ice in my soul. A lesson left by a devil, Whose winter never left my bones. What brews inside Is buried deep within. It might surface in hints On dewy nights And windy days, Where