Sunday, September 18, 2011

Prison of Ice


A frigid wind entraps my heartless soul
Alive but dead a mere disguise of me
I'm proof of what you reap is what you sow.

I am a frozen stream that will not flow
I'm seeking refuge from this hell I see
A frigid wind entraps my heartless soul.

I live apart from everyone I know
This hollow shell is what I have to be
I'm proof of what you reap is what you sow.

I keep myself away from my own goal
The tundra's cold surrounds this ghostly me
A frigid wind entraps my heartless soul.

I hide the girl inside this grave of snow
Our souls are locked away, we cannot flee
I'm proof of what you reap is what you sow.

I'm lying dormant but I soon will blow
The keeper of the key will set me free
A frigid wind entraps my heartless soul
I'm proof of what you reap is what you sow

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