• While I'm sitting in the snow
    around me gentle breezes blow.

    As I shed a single tear,
    they come and tell me not to fear

    They tell me of a place far away.
    Where your troubles simply melt away.

    They say it is where all ends meet,
    and all the people are always sweet.

    They ask me if I want to go,
    I quietly whisper to them, "no".

    They then tell me that they can not stay.
    I watch them silently stalk away.