The frigid cold lashes and bites,
The pain but an inkling of fear,
The sun rises to aid in your plight,
As you brush off one final tear.
The journey just beginning, is sung in a song,
The verses the same, though sung by a different choir,
The meaning is broken after waiting so long,
The emotions evoked by the voice, of the one you admire.
The truth is revealed, though it comes to late,
The reason is lost in search of desires,
Don’t be a prisoner to this cruel fate,
Run before you are burned by the fires.
Pain is not predestined, who says you must abide?
Take back control, escape, and start anew,
Let go of the fear and watch the invasion subside,
Only you can decide to fight for you.