I heard your scream...
there was no reason, there was no blame,
no cause to let it be that way.
I showed you how to feel,
the feeling that makes us real.
I showed you how to feel,
the feeling...That makes us really feel.
Watch us, observe us, make us see...I have seen it
but i can't place the image that makes us feel the cold ...
I can feel the chilling breeze against my skin,
I know you feel the freezing air filling up your lungs. Step up for a change, It's all in your hands..
There's always a way to hold someone's hand..
It's no shame to heal, it's not a shame to feel.
It is a shame to deny it's real...
Why can't you see?
Why can't you see?
Walk trough the snow and feel the cold.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you see?
Why can't you see it's not your fault.
The roots of those trees have strangled trough the cold before..There's always my hand to hold.
it happened in front of your eyes and I know we’re blinded,
But i can still use my eyes to see that I can’t anymore. You can't see what it has done...
It has become your fear of getting old...
And before you know... The snow will be gone...
there will be no cold. Sham disappears when the snow does...
Warm hearts will let it melt. Without a scream to hear... Wihout us taking the upper hand, we were freezed.
But we could still hear the sound… Nevertheless… We have let it disappear...
You felt the cold and now you realise that it was..
..The last scream you have ever heard....
We lifted up the winter veil..
What a shame for being unable to feel…
Your hand against my skin…Your hand was too cold..
and all i felt was cold…I couldnt feel the difference. What a shame…
...I couldnt hear you scream…
Thisisapoemwrittendirectlyourofmymind.
Therewasnothinking.Ileftitallbehind.