Seasons of Frost

Gray winds of sorrow pass the enchanted willows

For the wealth of man ponders this holy creation

And through the eyes of one glass statue

Falls another man desires.

Ever watching the shadows of the hawk

Billowing on the soft dirt below

Her tears drop to the earth

The splash of salt sings to me

Ever burning candle lights the passion

White marble stones pain my bare feet

Nothing can hurt more then my heart

The sun has warmed the day

No assurance lies within this sunlight

Telling tales of soft young children

And the death of our closest love

Seasons of frost pass before our eyes

Listening to the whispers of the wind

The infinite passion of ones desires

Will separate man from his God

Here is where all evil comes to pass

And only the love of two, conquers this plague

My bloodied feet leave a trail

That the insects now devour

And for many days the stones have cut

But for today, there is no darkness

The smell of dead leaves fill the air

As the once warm sun

Now disappears behind clouds of heaven

Help me. I cannot see.

I am blind to all that surrounds me

But I will always know the truth

Help me. I cannot see.