• Good or bad, isn't my concern.
    The heart is sad, for change I yearn.
    With this decision, I wish to learn,
    Once the soul freezes, can I never return?

    My words so impure, I cast them off.
    They now lay uncalled,
    Asleep in cold frost,
    I shall walk forward, and never look back,
    Or else I shall fall,
    And my heart shall crack.

    Forever in tears, heart frozen yet changing.
    The pain that returns, like the coming of wind.
    My past shall always haunt me,
    Eternally, lurking within.