When you’re living on thin ice Everything you do must be done thrice
When it’s good it’s great, but just you wait If you’re not perfect, your life is at stake
Don’t believe what you are told, The gas stove is lit, the flame so bold
Fire melts ice, you must put the flame out Go with the flow, and don’t you dare shout
It doesn’t matter the things you do, She will never pardon you
Every right turns into a wrong, It’s so hard to feel strong
When all you hear are hateful words And all the days, they start to blur
If you don’t move, the ice will break Can’t afford to make a mistake
It’s broken before, the water so freezing Even when you fell under, she was still teasing
Ask for help with no answer, Maybe you’re meant to be a dancer
Dance around the swinging moods, And do the things she says to do
Calculated, like ballet My feet hurt, but what can I say?
Pirouette around the stage, Preforming for a place to stay
Can’t stop skating, must stay warm What does it feel like not to conform?
The air is brittle, skin is dry Hail shoots down from the sky
What she wields feels like a knife Just like the runner that’s saving your life
But this you deserve, or so she says Her screams and slaps ringing in your head
The things she does are never nice, And so, you learned to skate on ice.
When you’re living on thin ice, You never need to “add some spice”
It doesn’t matter what you do, She will never forgive you
All your rights turn into wrongs, It’s so hard to feel strong
When all you hear are hateful words And all the days, they start to blur
Will you ever make it out? How many times must you shout?
Ask for help with no answer, Maybe you’re meant to be a dancer
Dance around the swinging moods, And do the things she says to do
You wonder where you’ll stay tonight. When you stay there, you don’t feel right
But this you deserve, or so she says Her screams and slaps ringing in your head
The things she does are never nice, And so, you learned to skate on ice.
The wind, rough and brisk and the sky a lifeless dark gray, as if the warmth had been drained from it’s previously calm demeanor. There is a war in the heavens and I can feel the tears of the angels on my skin. The overwhelming crashes pierce my ears as I wonder what could ever cause such beautiful chaos. Their agony seeps deep into my chest as my breath harmonizes with the whistling air. I wonder what they’re fighting for, and I pity the passion behind their cries.
I look to the heavens, to the clouds that circle around me intertwining with the tree tops. The heavens are at war, but oh it’s so beautiful. They’re fighting, but with so much devotion.
And all for me, so I may endure this moment and see What a beauty even agony can be.
