Cold Sorrow

Falling softly,

Comes the snow.

Fiercely, harshly,

Does the wind blow.

 

Through barren valleys,

On bitter peaks,

Does the wind blow,

And does fall the snow.

 

Amid hoarse whispers,

Amid cries of pain,

Through paths of terror,

Where Fear does reign.

 

In the darkest night,

The wind still blows,

In the greatest light,

Still falls the snow.

 

On every heart,

In every soul,

On those who know

Not what tommorow

Holds,

Does fall the snow

And does the wind blow.

 

In a land of cold sorrow,

Where rivers do not flow,

The wind still blows,

And still falls, the snow.

 

Only for a season,

Only for a time,

Will the wind blow on,

And the snow fall sublime.

 

Then will the wind cease to blow,

And cease to fall the snow,

Then will the Sun come out,

And shine forevermore.

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