The Flesh Tender

North Wind blowing strong and free,

Blows the sky blue, cold and clean through me.

Flesh that is tender and so weak,

The tears are streaming down my cheeks.

Freezing where they stop,that flesh,

So tender, so weak!

If I had feathers, or some bark,

That cold would not leave it's mark.

Hard to the core, just like a tree.

My heart made of wood,

Yes, that would be the best for me.

Raven he talks, better not listen,

He is the one who will tell a lie.

The eagle is the one that is full of truth,

Believe him and listen.

The cold and the pain,

the longing, in vain.

That wizard could find me where I hide.

For he has seen my secret side.

How he saw that, I may not know,

Was it my flesh so weak to show?

I wish I could just let go,

This wizard, has my mo-jo.
Dee