Icicles

When the icicles break
Will they break down on me?
Will they crash down
For the world to see?

When the water falls
Will it fall on my head?
Or wash away
My sins instead?

When the air clears
Will it clear my mind?
Or boil over
And make me blind?

The icicles have fallen
As dangerous as can be.
The icicles have fallen
They have piled up on me.