Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
Shadows intermingle with fresh snowfall
What joy is there in a heart cold as stone?
So far away is the chickadee's tones
With great ease does such poetry enthrall
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
All that greet your ear are the frigid groans
Of evergreens assaulted by stiff squalls
What joy is there in a heart cold as stone?
On the forefront of your psyche there drones
Black nihilism's ever-constant call
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
You have long forgotten when hope last shone
when shadows over your heart did not crawl
What joy is there in a heart cold as stones?
Between the vigorous gale's icy moans
And the constant layers of fresh snowfall
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
What joy is there for a heart cold as stone?
