Walk along the frozen path,

Harsh - the colors of the skies,

Violet rouge and raging wrath,

Meet the grey of her two eyes.

Silence, it demands her here,

Icy wind cuts at her skin,

Her soul is heavy, it's become sheer,

From bitter pain she's kept within.

The flowers wilt as she continues on,

They fall to the ground with increasing age,

The beauty they held, so quickly gone,

She cannot learn from frozen sage.

Now what's left for her to see -

That makes her realize she should?

She cannot go, she cannot flee,

And she's always known she never could.

The colorless ice, it haunts her dreams,

And the shrill-chill, it haunts her spine,

Her tears freeze as shards of cold rip her seams,

Oh! Those frozen tear drops shine.