Courtesy of a reader of Claire Wolfe's blog, my attention was drawn to this haunting song by Patsy Griffin, "Cold As It Gets." I had never heard it before. It struck me forcibly that someone living today, a child perhaps, will be softly singing this sometime in the near future, her hands cradling a rifle, squatting in a sniper's hide, waiting for her target to present itself -- someone responsible for setting in motion the events that took her loved ones in the next American civil war. So I'd like to dedicate this to Mark Potok, Mike Lawlor, Dannell Malloy, Eric Holder, Harry Reid and all those who seem determined -- by their actions and appetites -- to start that civil war. It is by their hands that their futures -- and all of ours -- will be written. I pray that they understand that before it is too late. But that's not the way to bet.
"Cold As It Gets"
by Patty Griffin
To the end of the Earth, I'll search for your faceFor the one who laid all of our beauty to wasteThrew our hope into Hell and our children into the fireI am the one who crawled through the wireI am the one who crawled through the wire
There's a million sad stories on the side of the roadStrange how we all just got used to the bloodMillions of stories that'll never be toldSilent and froze in the mudSilent and froze in the mud
I know a cold as cold as it getsI know a darkness that's darker than coldA wind that blows as cold as it getsBlew out the light of my soulBlew out the light of my soul
I dream in my sleep, I dream in my daysOf some sunny street not so far awayWhere up in a window a curtain will swayAnd you and I'll meet down belowYou and I'll meet down below
I know a cold as cold as it getsI fight a war, I may never see wonI live only to see you live to regretEverything that you doneEverything that you doneEverything that you done