claire

Its cold outside
But my heart’s getting colder
Its dark outside
But my mind’s turning darker
There’s mist all over
But the mist in my head is taking me over

The clouds have turned gray
But my thoughts have made me blue
The birds have flown to a safer place
But I cannot fly to anywhere safe
The thunder echoes loud outside
But not as loud as the rumors echoing in my ears

I see lightning across the mountains
But it’s the vileness of men that strikes my heart
The sky has finally poured its rain
But my eyes have finally poured out tears of pain
The clouds may have vexed my mind
But I’m glad they all have a silver line