Snow flutters down from skies inside my mind,
Its crystal softness silences the ground,
Above us all it's Christmas and we find,
That nothing's worth the stillness we have found.
I look out of the window in the night
I see the street lamp shining on the road
I see the leaves all bathed in orange light,
And see the patterns waiting to explode.
There are no secrets left between all men,
When all have faded, gone, and turned to dust
Eventually all things will happen when,
The snow has taught us something about trust.
Inside my head the snow it melts away,
I open up my eyes and start the day.
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