Winter's BoneMy country flows beneath my feet,Winter's Bone2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the stones and pebbles in this river,
scrap away my defeat.
This long road I walk,
I walk alone.
I've only the clouds above me,
and the chill of winter's bone.
The taste of blood and salt on my lips,
and the old memories of his last kiss.
When you've been wandering for so long,
you forget you ever needed to rest.
When you've been shut out to many times to count.
you've long since lost your best.
Tears never stop flowing, even in your sleep.
But I've got the few good times with you,
that I'll always cherish and keep.