It softly blankets the colourless soil,
Lifeless and cold after years of toil.
We age, and nurture a sense of fear
Still holding on to something dear.
I say, with my heart beginning to freeze:
It carves through the landscape, now covered with silence
Still etched with the scars from years of violence
Landscapes are littered with ashes and steel
Like bruises and cuts beginning to heal.
I whisper, hoping someone would listen:
Night by night, she calls my name,
Telling me: fear will stay the same
If only I knew how it felt back then
To be alive, and young again.
But the blizzard, it takes me by surprise
Beneath the snowflakes, I realize: