Bare feet tiptoed on the mellow ice of life,
I shiver in the crucifying frost bite.
But I'm alive like an immortal candle.
I told them twice not to put a price,
For I'm worth more than their burning flames.

I remember the enemies' attempt to turn me into dust.
Alas, they know not of my hidden soul,
And that I am more than just flesh and bones.

I am like a pressed white rose.
Who traveled miles from city to city,
Leaving trails like crystallized flames.
I once fell into the depth of an unknown well,
But I revived. I survived.
Most importantly, I loved.

As I walk along a cryptic path,
on a journey that seems like my very own,
I shall whistle a melody in your way.
Thus when I do reach your shore,
do take note and open the door.

Hoping soon you will treasure
The auburn aura that I shine
My body made with pure crystals
and the light lingers within my soul.
A flame of eternity that vows,
It shall tarnish all your sorrows.

My words sigh for pure love,
That only your fingertips can paint.
Return to me at the end of my day,
I'm waiting on this mellow ice of life,
But I'm still alive.