just a ramble, as usual.

Withered by the winds cold hands
with force enough to bring me low,
just trying to find the line again
that my mind crossed so long ago.

The frost-bite of the softest whisper
chilling me down deep within,
hard-fought I've earned the scars I wear
cut deeply 'cause I bear your sin.

Not noble, no I'm no one's hero
just another ordinary,
mixed up bag of bones to break
beneath the weight of all I carry.

Follows me your dread that lingers
goosebumps raised across my skin,
the road stretched out as I embrace it
brings me 'round to you again.

Suffocating I no longer
want to strain against this loss,
yet bound by all I've learned in life
it's left to me to bear my cross.

To quit would be to give up living
everything I touch or see,
without the dark I'd find no light...without them both
there'd be no me.