• Time, faces, places all pass in the wind. Chills of the winter touch my skin. I see who I was, who I will be. I drive away, leaving all who hated. I am glad to kill the old self. Become someone new, so that i can't be judged. I feel free, for once the winter is mine alone. I have what I have wanted all along, but I stop, is this what I wanted? Yes! As the snow falls on my nose I look up and find who I am, who I want to be. A free soul in the world alone, but happy with who I am.