Wind blows softly in the winter air, help me
Snowflakes are falling gently on the grave, save me
The water has frozen keeping its secrets locked, want me
One lone figure looks onto the white landscape, hear me
Tears fall freely; making tiny icicles fall from a solemn face, feel me
A blood-red rose lies contrastingly on the innocent ground, need me
Foot steps mar the now empty view, take me… away.