In time, when the cold wind stops
and the hailing ice halts
May the tears fade like the snow
And the dawn of suffering ends
In time, we'll reach the coda of an orchestra
as the final key is being played
And the tune slowy reaches silence
May you stop being afraid.
In time, when you long for warmth
May summer give you embrace
As you feel wanted again
Free from the frostbite of the snow
In time, when the snow is gone
And the woe is done
May your soul stand beneath a tree
Observing the flying birds and being free.
Poetry and Art Is Life 