the snow whips past in a gentle breeze, it clings to the trees as it starts to freeze
something snaps, and falls quite close to me, a little twig in this big bad breeze?
No, its the blood of a fallen crow, the body now lost in the deep white snow.
I wish I could care for it, I just wish I could be, enough to save the life of those close to me.
but as I search harder, for an answer to be, I find that I get hurt more, and its harder to see.
For I am blinded by pain, and blinded by the wind, as it whips around my body, till the cutting begins.
As I drop to my knees, of this once happy trial, I stop and I look, yet soon sets the gale.
As the winds hits me harder, I feel my own my start to drip, and soon to my clothing is starting to rip.
So slowly my life ebbs away, my soul cannot stand this storm, everything I wish for, would come from the
warm
The warm from you love, from your kindly embrace, the warm that spreads through me when I set eyes
 upon your face
Your kindness a gift, I have long before felt this way
a long since felt gift, that I truly wish will stay.

So through the thick storm, in which I shall not live through, I find a small meaning to care about others,
 that small meaning you
Not small such as a second, unless it would last a day.
So from that low kneeling stance, through the cuts and the pain, I slowly rise to try and greet you figure
 but I feel lost in my own shame.
Them shame from not knowing, not being able to show you how I care.
I am rarely able to show you, or get you to see how it is I feel, and the pain from not knowing how you feel
yet for you, even as an illusion this is something that I had expected to need to be dealt.
So slowly now I rise, yet the trees act against me, and swipe at my feet
From the blows that they struck, came more trickles off blood, the snow all around me was tinted with red
So following your shade, with its wisp whipping tendrils flowing back to me, I follow the path you set
before me
It may be a tough one, for both you and me, but I know I would try it, if you needed me.
So trudging along this long path till I see, a small little light, set far, far from me.
You gave me the path, to start my way home, and now I can walk it, even if slowly at times, but you set up
 my start, helped me find who I used to be.
So now slowly love, I will become to you, who I used to be.