As the snow falls I feel the memories fade
We're given a slate of time that can't be erased
Into the cadence of life and the thought of love Herself.
As the ice forms on the window pane
There's only silence that paces the floor
We'll be lulled-
Into the rhythm of patience and the thought of hate Himself.
And there will be a day
We will find the way
To find the good in things again.
Don't be lulled into the darkness-
To believe your life is fruitless.
We will find a new song to sing
And no one can stop the sharp sting
And Love, Herself.