• every snowflake is different....
    every second; anew....
    what if time could go...
    where i flew...?

    where i ran through a shadow
    where a run from the light.
    until the chain around my neck
    becomes too tight.

    shakles burning, freezing...,
    i go numb with pain.
    Questions, no answers
    try to stay sane.

    I run along a frozen land.
    Where fruits have burned away.
    Where the winds blow dry,
    and where the dead lay...

    thats where i go.
    it's what i strive.
    It's hard enough
    to try and survive.

    The stars dance,
    where the land mocks me,
    Where nothing makes me happy,
    Thats...where i'll be.

    the waves crash,
    the wind roars,
    and I move on and on
    untill my soul can soar.

    Beyond the shadow.
    Beyond the dark.
    Where I can flee from 'it',
    because 'it's my mark.

    even though i walk
    in a valley,
    in a shadow of death,
    i don't need to be happy.

    my soul will one day burn out,
    the world will turn to ash.
    I will keep walking,
    and holding fast,

    my soul is tired,
    my reality is worn,
    my heart is broken,
    my life....is torn.