winter falls across the face
dancing down from the clouds
as the ink consumes a page
i see thunder roaring bright and loud
hear me, roar
i heard them voices
whispering to the winds
i remember another lore
one memory divided
dangling by the strings
i can still feel their presence
in these moments passing by
i see the painting on my wall
sometimes I hear a mother cry
as I find myself lost again
in the comfort of a winters gloom
it has been so long and
i haven't seen the flowers bloom
I've forgotten how to breathe
and the cold have made me numb
I'm too old to leave now
and see what I could've become
so I watch the winter fall
watch as it begins to fill the hole
Oh, the winter
it swallows it all
anything shining or withered
leaving behind
only the fading footsteps
and the whispers.