I see this children,
I watch them as they play,
They are the essence of purity,
Undefined innocence,
They know nothing of life's cruel intentions,
It's so cold outside.
I see the girl,
She watches them play,
She is the outcast,
The shadow outside looking in,
I look again,
They are only children...and it's so cold.
The darkness falls,
Parents take their sons and daughters,
By the hand,
And tuck them safely in bed,
They turn off their lights, and lock their doors,
As the snow starts to fall.
I see the snow,
So soft and white,
And I see that little girl,
Playing there,
So pale, but so cheerful
And I take her hand,
While we fly away.
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