• Winter has come to astound me.
    I can still feel the cold,
    But like others before me,
    I've come to understand that the seasons will change.
    The time will move on.
    I will make it out of this hole.
    But always, like the others,
    I will fall back in.
    Fall in deeper each time than the last.
    But again I will climb out,
    Higher than before.
    After winter there must be spring.
    After pain there must be love.
    After death there must be life.
    After my downfall, I will rise again,
    And reclaim my place above the world.