Snow is falling aloft the frozen mud.
Perhaps a symbol to us, the covering of our troubles and sins.
The pure white bandage covering all the blood.
The wound still prominent under our skin.
We know it's there but we never look and all we can do is wait.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
Snow is falling aloft the frozen mud.
Perhaps a symbol to us, the covering of our troubles and sins.
The pure white bandage covering all the blood.
The wound still prominent under our skin.
We know it's there but we never look and all we can do is wait.