When winter is long gone,
I’ll return in a few more,
Maybe then spring will regrow our barren lands,
For now It is too late.
Frozen tears on the face of a corpse,
Hide in your coffin,
Nailed shut like your eyes,
Is it fear that stays your hand from emergence?
But what use are you now?
Faith in nothing but my perplexion,
Bear with me for today,
And tomorrow you’ll be repaid for your weariness.
And what are you God of anyway?
But the gravitation of my tears.
Bear with me tomorrow,
And wipe away your loneliness.