I walk, unraveled, upon this path
Feeling and hearing an endless bitter winter gale
Frost creeping below the gray mat
Lying above the dreary misery and its infectious laugh
A year to some a dream come true
A year to some a nightmare beckons
As they go, their shadows painted on the wall
Terror inspiring where dew is threatened
Acrid moisture across the cheek
I\'s blood red, where it lingers
Leading to an ash ridden path
Upon the frozen lands
The candle of hope flickering wildly
Menaced towards, as the window slowly opens
Fading, smoke up and away
Leaving but a spark
The room but shadows painted