Frozen limbs I hold, hanging cliff my home, Winter claims my coat, shed to sea below. Pieces dwindle down, the frozen ocean sends them to the moon-tide shore, my year-long friends. Carried on the waves, embrace what needs to mend. Troubles drift away, I want to live again. When we reach the shore, mangled, broken, sore, a bundled young boy gathers what none would want. Ugly, wet and cold, lifted where we lay, like sheep into the fold, he carries us away. Carried in those arms, embrace what needs to mend. Troubles do no harm, we want to live again. Rest on ocean waves, find the pieces lost, Death can have no sting, and as we leave we sing. Carry us all away.