Trailing through the high deep snow
We're footprints not far below.
Exhausting and tiresome the anger grows.
Kneeling to the only existence that you creep up slow.
You touch a window with your only free hand.
As you try to slowly stand.
The blood drips continuesly and the only refuge was the cabin.
But once you open the door,
You better wish for no more.
The savage and the wickedness
The words that they confess.
With all your strength you muster your way in.
Slams tight was the door of the cabin.
Mishap after mishap, going through the motions.
A night of terrible emotions.
Raising havoc so somebody out there can break through the ice.
Somebody not so nice.
He just needs the right person to bring him out.
So he screams and he shouts.
Living life out and about.
Left there unaccompanied by oneself.
Left there to fight for his health.
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