Fire and Ice

Bitter than the sting of ice,

Is the tearing of all our ties,

When I say I'm giving advice,

When I say I'm trying to be precise,

But all I've done is deal more lies.

Harsher than the blister of fire,

Is the knife in our heart,

When you say we’re hanging on a wire,

When you say I'm no longer what you desire,

When all you've done is fall more apart.

Worse than the power of both things,

Is the truth we won’t live by,

When the hope we have still clings,

When a new dawn still brings,

There is an end we both deny.