Wish I could have told you
Straight to your face
How I would fade
The power of the hurricane
The anger in the thunder
The gusts in the tornado
The aftershock of the earthquake
The fissures in the ground
All the birds have migrated
They've gone somewhere warm
Found somewhere they can nest
I was too empty for them
I was a hostile environment
But I learned to fight my demons
And I replaced the birds
Now I can swallow fire
But somehow
I still feel cold.
