Every day I go fearing the ice and the snow.
Thorns; they've snagged my heart,
Trapped it in a ruthless cold.
When will spring come?
I've never felt so old,
so tired.
Where is my home?
Isolated and alone.
I'm stuck in a quagmire.
Desperation;
I can feel set in.
When will I turn to bone?
Every day I go I tire;
of this ruthless cold.