• in the middle of a storm i laughed
    in the eyes of the bizzard i raged
    in the few moments of the avalanch i swore
    for the few memories i wouldnt trade for this cage
    as the elves slip threw the forest
    and the deer flock away
    i find something north thats callin me
    but again i keep the inside at bay
    in the wind i hear your laughter
    that breeze cresses my face
    i feel your precense
    but still i cannot see your face
    ive wrote my letter
    ive sent it out twice
    ive been a good gurl
    i try everyway possiable to be nice
    yet ive got a winters heart
    it can thaw and beat
    but in small ways it remains frozen
    some virisus you cant delete