i look outside my window,
hoping that there is snow,
but when i leave my house in the morning
and open up my door,
the cold air breezes past me,
like a ghost it pushes me aback,
tender to the touch of my soft skin,
the skies are weeping tears of black,
though on the floor the ice cracks,
but no crunch of snow snaps.

heavenly and pure is what i know
about the snow which i adore;
it's light,
takes flight,
from a height,
it excites,
wishing for the snow to fall,
but all of which that is at my door
is frost and skies of grey
there is no snow today

who is she?
where is she from?
i saw the back of her, then she was gone
disappeared from my sight, but appeared in my mind
disappeared from the world yet i still tried to find
to find her, my only friend
hidden in thoughts and memories
remind her, i am still there
there for her, in all her miseries,
but she left, left me behind
i remain, and she was kind
kind enough to take me with her
i was blind,
declined
and said
...goodbye

your melodies and harmonies,
float me through tranquillity,
your remedies develop me,
i'm in my solidarity,
serenity, i feel at peace
clarity, in one piece
humming, gentle tunes
singing, till the day is through

life, it's hard to describe,
life, take a look outside,
for some it's short,
for some it’s long,
for some it’s sad,
for some it's fun,
it’s amazing,
amazing how you say,
because for all it is different,
and there is always pain,
but it will continue,
for generations to come,
this is my life but i'm feeling numb