On once the cold crip of winter ends
will death and grief subside
and hopefully snowdrops and tiny shoot will be as spring survived
sunshine will warm once more and rebirth if life begans
For in such grief I am as heavy as a Robin with broken wings
And if in time I can go steady
I'll lift into the wind
As life must cast a shadow
to show that in the dark
A glimpse of light is shining  will soon be bright once more
If holding on and walking through with slow brave step make
Will soon allow me breath and sight of life I hold so dear
Then in the sunshine soon in March
I'll see the spring begin
sadness will be smaller
fear a little less
of days that cut and scars still raw
Will be less painted far
More lightened strokes less chill The core
And summer sounds will sore