I go outside
And what do I see?
Grey snow
Falling around me

I catch one on my tounge
But it's gross
So I spit it out
The gross grey snow

The grey snow covers
The perfect green grass
Wait a second...
It isn't winter.

I look to the mountains
Far away
And I see the lava
Hear it like a cry

I run inside
And hide under my bed
And the grey snow
Floats around my head

I stand up and walk outside
Houses are burned, covered with death
I catch grey snow in my hand
And feel a breath

I turn, my house
It's on fire
But I walk away
Into the ashes

And I hide
As memories die
But I'm okay
I'm just dying inside

And the little grey snow flakes
Gentle as can be
Fill my breath
And suffocate me