Unfreeze your heart, let her breath,
Let your fingers burn, put your hands in,
Open those eyes and the tears will spring,
The days are bad, the times are strict, This ache and churn that make you cringe,
Is worth more, draw not away for ease.
Release your spirit, you need to live; Smile through pain and hurt and love, And cry out aloud when the cut is deep.
Let the ache and numbness sink;
This churn will only stay and pass,
Let your blood will be your ink.
Here comes the dawn, bearing his gift; A newness and a sweet bruise,
That knowing that there’s been a shift.