• My heart, my soul, ever so cold.
    Drifts alone along in a frozen hold.
    Ever since that fateful day.
    When you decided to run away.
    As you faded away from my sight.
    The snow took flight.
    Falling gracefully and free.
    I wish that was me.
    Silver ballerinas swayed in the breeze.
    They did as they pleased.
    Every crystal tear began to rain.
    All I could feel was pain.
    So this last message I give to you.
    Is to watch out so your heart doesn't
    feel this way to.