....
The less of which once was is now more than ever.
Taken from the leaves and snow of the cold winter air.
The beauty of it all falls like rain in the night.
The swirling mists call like frigid echos in the deep.
They all weep as the chorus plays to the tune of a gasping breath.
To cry tears like shimmering stars through frost on a window.
To love one is to risk it all....
The beauty and tragedy are one in the same.
Taken from the leaves and snow of the cold winter air.
The beauty of it all falls like rain in the night.
The swirling mists call like frigid echos in the deep.
They all weep as the chorus plays to the tune of a gasping breath.
To cry tears like shimmering stars through frost on a window.
To love one is to risk it all....
The beauty and tragedy are one in the same.