I lie in the Snow,
The Blanket of Time,
My cold Breath is low,
We'll be just fine.
I Know not Where,
Nor Why or How,
I came to be There,
For What Matters is Now.
A Drop of Saline,
Fallen down My Cheek,
On Her Shoulder I Lean,
For I am too Meek.
What We Fear most,
Is not Death or Age,
It is simply the Boast,
The turning of the next Page.
And When I Finally get Free,
I Flee for My Life,
For What once was Two, is now Me,
And I Flee not from a Person, but merely Strife.
The Blanket of Time,
My cold Breath is low,
We'll be just fine.
I Know not Where,
Nor Why or How,
I came to be There,
For What Matters is Now.
A Drop of Saline,
Fallen down My Cheek,
On Her Shoulder I Lean,
For I am too Meek.
What We Fear most,
Is not Death or Age,
It is simply the Boast,
The turning of the next Page.
And When I Finally get Free,
I Flee for My Life,
For What once was Two, is now Me,
And I Flee not from a Person, but merely Strife.