Winter and Snow

Wait for frost in bitterness, you meek of the earth for honesty and humility are dead synonymous with a crystal king smashed like falling water, wrong side of infinite, you may never cross and the sunlight came to little: when you brought it home, I blew it away and sang you this song:
Cracked and brittle but Sound in the middle The world is caked in ice.
For trouble is naught In just one small spot Somewhere the dead shall rise thrice.
