An empty street lined with dim iron lamps
Snowflakes fall gently in a graceful dance
Empty of life, the pavement gives way
To the wand'ring flakes by the breeze led astray

Tracks left unbidden in the new fallen snow
Look back on a path that is best walked alone
Behind only memory, innocence, dreams
With the future ahead in an uneasy sheen

The only sound heard is the whispering flakes
When weary feet stop and heavy heart aches
Drawn to the sky, the eyes strain to see
The flakes falling slowly, dark night between.

Thoughts fall away, replaced by awe
Memories forgotten as beauty soon draws
Deep pain and fear of days now past
And lays them behind on the empty street's path.