I walked down the street* And saw a flower Growing up through the snow. It shone brighter Than the gleam of each crystalline flake. I stared at it, I stared at you, It was you wasn't it. I should have know I'd see you here Shining brighter than any star. Your colours burst and scream against The cold dead white. I stared at it harder and realized The snow was I. I oppressed you I questioned each motive Each petal and dance. It was easy to tell By each passerby That mine surrounding you Was the real problem here. My cold, my shiver Biting at your delicate face. Would I hurt you? Would you stay? They'll never know And neither will I. But I will stay I won't leave you I refuse to hurt you Because you warm my soul You melt my ice You make me feel. And as I stand there starring Watching you sway and sing I see the water run from my base I see you changing me -
I guess what I'm really trying to say is *I hope you'll change the season.