I Feel The Flakes
I Start To Shake
Only Covers White As Its Filling
So Pretty Yet So Chilling
No Life Hardly In Sight
Everything I See Is White
The Sun Rises It Starts To Melt
A Nice Warmth On My Neck I Felt
It's Been Days Later
And It Still Lingers
It Seems The Sun Is A Traitor
The Numbness Returns To My Fingers
It's A Cold Chill
That I Still Feel
As I Start To Shake
I Saw A Small Snowflake
Here Every Man Learns
Here Winter Always Returns.
