A Walking Storm

“You say I am distant and cold

You’re not one to travel in the snow

And his road ends here, I see

But the path will clear, as I leave

So tell me

Why you look so sad

When I’m the one that’s been had

So tell me

How the sun feels on your back

Tell me some warmth was all that I lacked

For now I am a blizzard,

A walking storm

But when you look up at the sky

See a graveyard full of stars

That once too, shined bright enough,

To be your sun”