January always brings a fear of creatures Strong-holdings and salt in places yet to heal Crying at the site of strings She was there when they came for you A great man and the child in you Enough when I take you far from here Enough to cut a morning view
Strange how a sound could change your feelings Staring wide and dirty breathing I remember how a calling came in Scared of deceiving and all I could hear was "run!" The fire, the fire
