Delicately dying, yet we want you to breathe

lost in the snow, but next is the spring

holding onto nothing, but something remains

cause after the sorrows and after the pains

the ice will melt and the cold season will fade

and underneath the despair

you’ll see a garden has grown

that has been nourished by your tears, a place to call home

where the roses are red and grown from the tears and blood you have shed

and you’ll understand happiness is all in your head

now it’s time to put the demons to bed and call it a day

cause today might be bad but tomorrow can change