bland is the winters grey
winter biting cold
stands the sentinel bold
winters passed, old to new new to old
blanketing white to muted brown
soon he must come down
lone he stands
waiting on what no one knows
hoping against hope
the snowbourne cliff
lonely beams play on winter's snow
bitter rise and silent set
look and see him
the lone man of snowbourne cliff
dare to hope dare to thrive
the cliffs of snowbourne
winter does bite
lone does the sentinel fight
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
bland is the winters grey
winter biting cold
stands the sentinel bold
winters passed, old to new new to old
blanketing white to muted brown
soon he must come down
lone he stands
waiting on what no one knows
hoping against hope
the snowbourne cliff
lonely beams play on winter's snow
bitter rise and silent set
look and see him
the lone man of snowbourne cliff
dare to hope dare to thrive
the cliffs of snowbourne
winter does bite
lone does the sentinel fight