IceWhen the glacier slides, I'm the one. . . lost. Wondering where the right path is, with doubt biting. Frozen memories, icy distances. When the world grows colder, I'm the one. . . cracked. Standing on my own, with the past craving for me. Stolen, missing. When the snow falls, I'm the one. . . drifting. Trying my best, to make sense of it all. Wandering, wondering.When the hail storms, I'm the one. . . walking. Holding my guard, locking my heart. Smiling, pretending.
Green FrequencyLife . . Bounces . . .. . . . . . . Up . . . and . . . .