The heart is not without a hurtful string.
Emptiness is something that I know.
Perfection of the soul is what you bring.
Wrapped in honest angels in the snow.
Preparing for the coming of true self
Gives one time to offer up a gift;
To all the hearts that ache to dust the shelf,
On which we find the winter snow did drift.
Frozen in immortal time, I pray
That you will come and save my snowbound will;
Giving new beginnings to love's way.
Protect me from the hunger and the chill.
Your caring--giving has shown me a new hope
On which I will rely to see true light.
Our strength will give us comfort yet to cope.
Together we can always steal the night.
So in and out of seasons we shall see
That inspiration lives in you and me.
Frozen.
