Bury me in white
Bury me in cold
Put me out of sight,
To the winter my thoughts will mold
Oh long ago the storm was raging
But long since, I’ve noticed it fading
This is my chance to take action
Let hope be strong- even if just a fraction
I see her standing there…
In the white and in the cold
The sky sprinkled in her hair
Resembling what thoughts are old
Clutching the knife; my hand growing numb
I wonder where my strength is coming from
Walking towards the one I used to know…
Not afraid of the pain the past will throw
Thinking twice, looking in the glass
But knowing truly that her time has past
No time to dwell, for the clock is moving
A deep breath, and the knife is sinking
A vision of silver and red mixing together;
Her heart and soul bleed from her chest
Rising to the sky, freeing her now forever
I shall soon rise with the spring, for the best
Old reflections will stand no more
The sun will shine brighter than before
Morning glories bloom in the golden glow
A new skin covers someone new to know
So bury me in white
Bury me in cold
I will put me out of sight…
To the winter the deal is sold
