Snow,
Bitter white and cold,
Casting everything in a silent,
Silent Mold.
The sun reflects and hurts our eyes.
And as we flee from silence,
As we flee from freezing whites,
We find someone to hold
And pray for warmer times
The snow is gone,
Unfrozen and now warm,
Water, dirt and crushed down grass,
We wander out from stones and glass,
And find a grey,
But warmer world.
We go and
Find ourselves alone
Somehow
Wish for snow
