The soft patter of the snow hitting the ground
So many worries to ponder
Yet, I think only of you
I think of thy lips
For thou art Crimson and sweet
I think of thy hair
For thou art soft and long
And yet our parting words overcome all
You, upset and not understanding
Me, full of rage and malice
And as the snow falls on the ground this cold March day
I cannot help but think about you
Separated you and I-but not by distance
No, only by the worriful sorrows of our broken hearts
Yet, I can feel you pulling me closer
And I pulling closer to you
Even as the snow gets higher
And my worries deepen
Thou art my shining star
Guiding me through the darkened haze