I'll pick up these embers
Of a remnant fire
Left in this world of snow
That no longer remembers
What it feels like to be alive
As they hold a dark glow
Barely clinging to life
I'll pick up these embers
I'll hold them in my palms
I'll let them burn my hands
I'll blow on them softly
Just to keep them from dying
As my fingers go numb
Black from harsh ash
As callices from burning pain
Harden these hands
I'll hold on to the embers
Of a remnant fire
That no one but me remembers