She was but a spring
Angrily knocking on winters
Door covered with ice cracks
And once torn and smashed apart
She gave her blooded hands
To dry and sooth those moonlight palms
To kiss the fingers upon madness
To take her by the hand and show her the world
Cold and without meaning unprepared
Waiting for her eyes to show the sun
And smallest leaves and little flowers
Or to hear an unheard morning song
While time floats by the empty streets

A spring she was
For she knew not how to
But still melted people's hearts
To plant the seed of life that was
So impatiently waiting in the snow
To know all things that were to know
And once planted
Once melted
She showed a beautiful world of her own