It's always cold up here.
The wind bites and the snow stings.
My eyes get dry and they start to tear.
What is it that makes me so sad?

At least I can see the footsteps behind me.
I wonder if anybody will look back
and remember who left them to see;
If they are not covered by the constant snow.

Sometimes it gets very hard to breathe.
The thinness of the air really is no joke.
You have to stay still for the pain to leave.
Sometimes it feels like an eternity.

That little fire hardly keeps me warm
but it's hard to get anymore than that.
I have to prepare for a surprise storm.
My heart gets colder everyday.

I've thought about leaving before,
Go somewhere with more sun.
Maybe then I won't feel so sore,
but first I have to want to go.

I'm not sure what makes me sad.
The constant winds and snow?
My life is a short eternity
and it get longer everyday.
If only I had the strength to go.