The winter cracks,

It tears through the snow,

Sometimes blowing,

Everything away,

Cool water runs over skin,

It seeps into the surface,

And then falls down,

Down into the earth,

This is death,

It is breaking the soul,

It is harboring for new life,

For new paths to take,

The snow falls down hard,

And it keeps falling,

But there is a light,

One lonely light in the darkness,

With that light one is able to see,

What is ahead, what lies,

In the wait of the night,

In the silence, it burns,

Something is breaking apart,

All the lies and death,

All the evil and destruction,

And brings it all back,

When will it be over?

Only the sound of cracking is heard,

This is life,

It is breaking chaos, breaking the heart.

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