The pieces of glass stucked in the eyes
One like a poisoned dart hurt the heart
With the brains on ice the boy is smart
Feels need to leave his green ground yard
So when the cold blonde calls he goes with her
Sure, there´s a girl who understands the spell
They´re almost lovers, or at least she cares
to save his pale face from the palace
Well, maybe all what she is jealous
cause Snow Queen is quite a chick
(but no trick would blush her cheeks)
The river told her he´s not dead
Has no oars, but floats the stream istead
All is getting worse,then she scents that
the rose grows upon the corpse
of crow where all are wearing crowns
She knows, she must follow its odour
Untill robers became sober
on the road that´s leading nowhere
fell five feet of pure white snow
Without fear she´s riding reindeer
through the field of polar geysers
through the woods of frozen firs
Then her tears so warm and bitter
like rain that brought the end of winter
are what should unfreeze her cold dear
Hot touches without the mittens
The part that has been never written
cause the children shall not hear
that love with no *** ain´t no real

I hope this verse in writting is not a waste of time, however , I cannot stop taking time to hoping in thought what would we get reversing time
I kwow we should be moving forward, like the wings of time, however, do we take the time to spread our wings or do we just hope our wings spread with time
Emit is time reversed, meaning "send out light "
Which brings me back to the concern, that we no longer make the time to enlighten each other
Thats in the past
Istead we say time is money, chasing money doing things wasting our time
Istead of enlightening each other