~Winter Sleep~

In winter heads do lay.
In wait for the day of may.
Grace is the thought of life.
Layers exposed to a knife.
Cut me open, Break my skin.
Expose my heart, hard as tin.
Smash it open, Let you in.
Fill this wound, No room for sin.

Winter rains down.
Snow from Heaven.
We're sleeping.
Dreaming.
And lost in our decay.
Another heart left to die,
Before reaching the month of may.
Let me stay. Let me stay.
So that I may.
Even now... I may.

Breath.
Slow.
Winter.
Snow.
laughs,
and Screams.
But the sun brightly gleams

Yellow light upon our face.
Do we squint to shut out this grace?
Yellow light upon our skin.
God save us from the shape we're all in.