A lost memory that cannot be found
A distant, forgotten, pitiful sound
A trail one traveled a path once walked
A frozen heart forever locked
And here is where I unfold my tale;
Here is where the story begins
A cold clear morn early in December
In perfect detail I can remember
The terror and fright with which I was met
The horrific sight, I’ll never ever forget
The crimson highlight in the snow
What have I done, what has become?
I fall to my hands, I fall on my knees
All the better if here, I were to freeze
The tragedy brought about by my hands
Life is such a delicate thread; frail strands
Where did I begin, why did it end?
Slowly, across my face, a smile stretches
What is happening—what have I become?
How did my heart and mind become so numb?
Had I found this sight not too long ago
It would have frozen me, cold as this snow
Who did this? Was it my fault?
There she lies frozen in death