The emptiness of the air,
Weighing more than life itself;
The silence in head, heart, and soul,
As if they were a cross to bear.
They say there are no strings,
Yet Iam their marionette,
Tied to my surroundings, and their frosty breath.
The snow weighted in the air clings
Upon cheeks, face and ears,
Thoughthere's nothing left to hear.
But my God, my heart; it has frozen to stone.
The lonliness still stings.
