A morning drive, refreshing to a scream,
Has brought me back from the bewildered dream.
The snowflakes are dancing in the wild.
The snow has a tendency to hide
The streets, the cars, the buildings and the past.
The snow has a tendency to blast,
To bring back something so deadly lost.
And I enjoy the snow and the frost,
The empty streets so white and so dark,
The feelings few and having no spark,
The treasure lost - my crazy love for you.
What will be next? I haven't got a clue.
And do I care when the snow's white?
The day is coming slowly. The fight
Is over. All is in the past.
It's so good that it won't have to last.
The sleepy winter will not be my friend,
But all is over. This is just the end...
I won't regret it for another night...
It's so good when snow is so white...
13/01/2016