In the freezing cold of winter,
where all that you see is snow,
where all that you feel is cold,
where all that you want is sold,
where all that you hear is 'no' ...
It is easy to blend when it turns warm,
the mind filled with enthusiasm,
the face radiates a genuine smile,
the senses in perfect synergy,
the people stood by you, in that time ...
It is easy to fade when it turns cold,
chaos bewilder the worn out mind,
inverted smiles hung on the unwilling face,
numbness froze the senses to a stop,
behind towering shoulders do the people now stood.
It takes one wrong to overwrite a thousand rights,
so why do we even bother to make things right?
Why struggle to maintain this fight,
when you have already lost all might?
If bonds and ties are soft and light,
wouldn't it be better if we just took flight?
There can be no light without darkness,
but it is the good that you are accustomed and want to see.
When darkness falls,
where then would you be?
Amidst the same shadow we will be,
or away until you get what you want to see?
I think the answer is clear to thee ...
