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I sit here alone
Silent
Still
Tearfully
Waiting
I wait for something that will not come
I hide from something I have once known

I have walked in places
That few will ever see
I have felt things
That many feel
And yet I hide
From the same thing that set me free

Hiding so quietly
Magicks weave their words
Winds whisper their songs
I close my eyes
And the let stars take me home

Seasons change
the endless cycle
My heart writhes
In the darkness of my own soul
Yet nothing is on my wists
No cuts upon my skin
No wounds up my body
Just the constant ache of a world left behind

When the snow melts
What does it become
I asked him this
So long ago
All he said was water.
Water is wrong though
For when the snow melts
Spring comes into bloom

The eternal winter in my hollow heart
Can only be melt by one
One who is my spring
The thing I hide from
The thing I run from
The one I have once known

But as Spring comes and goes
Soon it is that ever cold winter
How long shall it last
Will I be scared of my shadow
Will I run yet again
Day in night
they fall into one
Never ending
Never beginning
Something like life and death

How can we see
Where one thing ends
And another begins
The flow like the river
The river to a place like no other
A place of peace
A place of endless Spring

Love renders some blind
Others powerless
And yet the few it does both
But Hate can do the opposite
In very few I see the truth of these words
For those few are the ones
That I run from
That I run to
What have I done

Fate is woven
Times are changed
The sea is still the sea
The sky is still the sky
And the seasons will still flow

I have sat here alone
Watching
Waiting
So still
So quiet
And now...
Like the endless winter
I too have become frost
And will eventually fade.