My mind, my body, my heart, my veins. My thoughts, my soul, my truth remains. It is so cold, covered in ice. It feels so dead, buried in silence. But it melts down slowly, where the warmth begins. You can see it glowing, you can feel it within. The ice, it guards me. The cold, it knows. The dark, it holds me when nothing shows. It does not break me. It shapes the flame. It makes me stronger. I rise the same.
