Whose frost fills these window frames
While outside blooms and brings spring rains?
The answer to the question blames
whose frost fill these window frames...
It's you I know, and who I'd be
If truths are told in mirrors seen
like bulbs at christmas red and green
It's you I know, and who I'd be...
Forsaken tokens from our past
left rusted broken in our wrath
Cold and wet a poor lit path
Forsaken tokens from our past...
In silence swings our agony
Sturdy limbs of oaken trees
The aching in our hearts to beat
In silence swings our agony...
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