My grip grows cold, my ice frozen with the blizzard that you let breach this world that you and me live in. With cold winds and drain storms of ice shards that seem to pierce the strongest walls I've built for many years. Oh, how I wish that the cold would slip past and spring would come again with its warmth, how I could see your smiling face in the warm meadow we use to sit upon. I would die for you my love, but yet you still shower these shards upon me. Are these tears from your past, the heartache and pain others have bashed into you with their deformed visions of reality? Your world crumbles at you feet and I stand alone on hollow ground reaching my hand toward you and why do you not take it? Why do you banish something that could bring your soul back to life and cast it out into a snow storm? Why make your world so cold without anyone, when you could make a bright warm one with me? Is the shame or the blood on my hands that sets you a stray? Is it the chains I wear on my wrist to keep me in check or is the fangs that comes from this deceitful smile of mine? Why do I find myself still grasping this rose and wishing it was in your hands? But this man, or beast still climbs these mountains in a snow storm all cause of you. Climbing and climbing to find your grace. Hoping and wishing that your tears, your ice cold shards will stop this  siege the world is world that you live in. Is the world so cold to turn its back on thee? Is the world so heartless to let you live without knowing what love you could have? Why has this god forsaken an angel to be place on this earth without meaning, how I wish to paint the wings of you back to white with the love that sears within me that I only bare for you. I feel my grip loosen but will your hand reach for me? Or shall I fall without you knowing what love really is....