Snowflake, snowflake
Floating on down

Snowflake, snowflake
Drifting through town

Snowflake, snowflake
What do you see?

Snowflake, snowflake
Have you come to see me?

Just passing through?
If you come back, tell me what’s new.
I long to see the world,
Laid out before me, unfurled

But alas little snowflake
I am trapped in the ice

Oh snowflake, snowflake
Let me see through your eyes.

There’s this girl you see....
She works at the store down the road
And she has big brown eyes
And the softest smile
And a way about her that makes me think
That no one’s ever written about her
But I hope someday someone
Writes her an epic
That wipes the emptiness
From her fairy-like frame

My body is a temple
And it’s made of glass,
Adorned by that by
Which it was made

You can hear the stars
If you just listen closely
And they say that they

Are lonely like you
Floating, lost in the darkness
Of the soft abyss

I collect broken people
I put the cracked shells on a shelf
And try and try to fix them
But I keep cutting them
On the broken pieces of myself