• I was walking along a path,
    On a mid-winter forest night,
    The moon shinning on my face,
    My hair blowing in the gentle breeze,
    I thought out loud,
    "Why am I always alone,
    In the cold,
    Why is my dream,
    Always broken,
    Always gone,
    The one to be ignored,
    Why is no one else,
    Here with a shattered hope,
    And a broken dream,
    Why do I have to suffer,
    Alone, scared, cold,
    When it was MY dream,
    The one no one listened to,
    Or cared about,
    That was lost,
    When I was the one,
    Here alone,
    I'M the one,
    With a frozen dream..."