Every day I go fearing the ice and the snow.

Thorns; they've snagged my heart,

Trapped it in a ruthless cold.

When will spring come?

I've never felt so old,

so tired.

Where is my home?

Isolated and alone.

I'm stuck in a quagmire.

Desperation;

I can feel set in.

When will I turn to bone?

Every day I go I tire;

of this ruthless cold.