I wish that I could fix you
and break down this distance with fire and ice
because fire, it burns
and it changes our minds.
As soon as the fire is lit, we run
to anyone, and anyone is you
and you are cold, so cold
and it drags away the flames
but every second I see you,
every second I’m with you
makes the trees break their fingers
sheathed in your dismay.
I know that I’ve done you wrong.
I know that you are a lost cause
like the thorns that Maleficent put around the sleeping
just ’cause they couldn’t see all the wrong they had done.
I know that I’ve done you wrong
and that fire and ice cannot break this wall.
perhaps a few words in the right direction
could make these thorns slowly bend away.