And I greeted, happy birthday
to a photograph I missed
to a non-existing person
I so hoped to be me

But now my shadow lifted
and took stances of grace
with 3 pointed tip point
to slash through my cage

Did I protect my heart, or,
did I lose all it's sense?
Did I love the chilled evening, or,
did I cry in revolting pain?

Take me, oh take me
Within the red snowy wind
Bury me, oh take me
Within the blue sunny spring.