A heart, like a canvas in the snow
You stood aside, time spent, paint froze
So no masterpiece, no work of art
Why'd you put the heart out there in the start

Snowflakes, a kaleidoscope in the cold
how they fell like there's only one story to be told
But to that heart, something could be seen
The snowflakes had different colours, different dreams, different ways of viewing things
Whispers, shivers, frozen glimmers
Life trapped in this frame of walls and mirrors.