Cold Soul

Snow from up above,

tell me who will be the next victim.

For my soul is empty,

because your Winter brings such agony.

Your winds, so strong and cold,

turn my feelings frozen and numb.

The storm came looking for me,

to place in my thoughts, moments of tenderness.

The cold that wanders in your hand

will freeze the crying of my solitude.

And inside my heart

the ice of passion will melt.

For every snowflake that falls

there are storms arguing in the sky.

Is the snow out of control—

or is my soul just tired?

To so many who don’t care,

thank you for feeling what I cannot see.

The strong winds and the cold storms

are the most moved and lonely souls.

I can still hear the wind blowing for me,

it led me to a garden.

Its melody made my soul dream,

and its silence made my body cry…

Copyright Credit: Miguel Silva, "Alma fria" from Gota d’água