You are the wind that has blistered the earth and scattered the seeds.
You are the salt in my wounds, but you melted all that froze.
You are the breath the cools my burns you are the breath that warms my cold, blue hands.
You are the drug that cripples me, but you are the only thrill I crave.
You are the weight that gives real substance to me, you are the weight that bows my burdened frame.
You are the wind that has blistered my world, but you've sculpted everything.