We left our prints,
Right on the thick snow last year,
Where we ran around,
Frolic and pranced on the ground,
Jolly and joyful,
All the warm feelings we felt—
Without worry or doubt or fear…
We even forgot that snow can melt.
When the winter breeze,
Would turn tepid,
And your lukewarm embrace,
Would turn cold…
The snow angels fade,
With all your sweet kiss and hugs,
And my world would flood.
Spring came,
Summer came,
And soon everything,
And every day,
Come rain or shine,
It still felt like fall.
And every moment,
And every hour,
‘twas like winter time,
Without Christmas,
All in all lonely,
All in all dull,
All in all listless,
All in all…
Teardrops fly,
Like raindrops,
How I cry,
How I miss,
Your laughter,
And your smile,
Are you there,
Watching me,
From up high?
This time,
Our snow angels,
I make two,
One is for me,
The other,
To make my Christmas wish come true
Because three hundred,
And sixty five days,
None was ever enough,
There was nothing I could ever do.
I can just lay here,
Forever,
So cold in this wintry white ground,
Awaiting my ice angels,
Hoping they’d take me back to you.
the heart of the advent season is waiting right?
pessimism and hopefulness at the same time...