Snow Girl

Macabre, disturbed, sick in the head,
That's what they tell me; tell me I'm dead.
Or if I'm lucky, and that's not the case,
Then I am running and Death giving chase.

These ghosts in my head won't leave me alone,
Led me to snow, away from my home.
Mist pools, catching icy fire,
I'm scared by what will surely transpire.

'Get out alive, before it's too late,'
They cry out to me, fearing my fate.
I tell them don't worry, this will not kill me,
They say, 'Oh darling, why can't you see?

You're fading away and we can do
Nothing about it; we can't help you.'
No, too far gone - or so it appears,
A half-willed help call lost in tears.

For far too long I hid this away,
What was the reason, what did I say?
Too late, no longer can they save
Me, now destined for the early grave.

Visit in winter, when I'm in bloom,
Oh don't worry dear, you can join me soon.