She’s Winter's diamond,
A snow-caged soul,
Like January’s snowdrop,
Comes weeping low
Her tears of frost
Ignite the road
A saintly ghost
With a touch so cold
A frostbitten angel,
Numb of pain
A bloodless canvas,
Forged in vain
Yet—
As simple as water,
Guised in eminence
Beneath the gale,
A child's innocence
Ignite the ground,
She will fade
Into oceans of ice,
Once a frozen jade
Gaze upon,
You will see
A reflection of her,
A tragedy.

I will talk to rivers
And walk into the sea
To ask the waves for answers,
Do we really need to breathe?

I will sing to landscapes
And whisper to the trees.
Play truth or dare with mountains
Then scream into the streams.

I'll cut my teeth on valleys,
Drawing blood in dreams.
Wake to find my veins are hollow
There was nothing left to bleed.

Now I find myself in exile,
Cast out from lands once known.
A martyr for a war not mine
But a heart that's cast in stone.