Somewhere along the way I got lost in winter and horses danced in my head. And if you take a look around you will know what I mean.She rides on white horses above the tree tops covered with drifty white flakes of snow.
The horses mane is transformed into the most perfect and beautiful piano for the perfect and beautiful Goddess atop the powerful and majestic creature that nature has to offer.
She patters a tune to tip the covered snow drifts with frozen feathers of dreams and visions, of meanings and journeys into the wildest escape of the mind.
She reaches out warm hands to those waving below, she grasps each hand and leaves a mark of tears and love, the warmest voice touches the most frozen of souls.
She rides among the stars and dips through the oceans, she travels into each heart that begs for forgiveness but receives none, but her's.Her name is Tori Amos and she is the Goddess her has washed the lives of many with healing and voices, when there was none.
She holds the hand of the scared, heartbroken girls in the corner.
She speaks out for the mute, she listens for the deaf, and she stands beside those who cannot walk, those who are only beginning to stand themselves.
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