In the dead of Winter

These paths I walk all lead to

White embankments filled with fluff

Masking the truth underneath

Holding us back three feet deep

When will they release me

Keeping me here like a prisoner

Don't they see I want out

The ground is frozen

I can't move my fibers of life

Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra

I'm itching for a new beginning

◄ Chasing love

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