• Reflect what God made,
    my shiny silver blade,
    And beauty I'll never see.

    A touch to cold skin,
    and life's flooding in.
    All in that one touch I'll be.

    Silent slivers of red
    touch my heart, fill my head,
    And in one drop my soul sings.

    I follow it down,
    crowded noise, too much sound,
    And passion, to pulses it clings.