Cold, frozen, rigid-bare
Floating through the air without a care
The wind, so mischievous and quick, pushes me
Down, Down,Down
Towards the ground
Towards the ground of Earthly death,
Where I am meant to be
A rush of panic soars
As the wind swirls me from left to right
Try to stay alive,
Try to keep up the fight
Overwhelmed, I fall lazily to my doom
Melt, Melt, Drip, Drip
Even though my tears of my being are down below,
I hope once more to be a part of that snow
