By Marycelis Pacheco with SlightlyOffKey
You left without saying goodbye...

Should one celebrate life or death, beginnings or...
If offered a chance to start over or end well...

On my knees, the snow builds upon my shoulders
The winter deep upon the land, my brow furls, not...

In the shadows of twilight the temperature...
The radiant warm glow of the sun upon my upturned...

A frosted window sits between you and the world
the glass making the colors of spring and summer...

You trade off other peoples hurt and bear it on...
It's the way it's the method you've chosen that...

Is possible to break a broken heart...