• I am cold
    I am silent
    I am the wind

    I am harsh
    I am weathered
    I sleep within

    Is this morality
    Or is this sin
    This bridge is the gap
    That bridges both self and kin

    Tamed of beast and harlots cause
    To feel the pain of the thousand saws
    Carry not with one's own sweet sorrow
    For one may never see tomorrow