Soft, was the touch of the wind.
Tho’ its cut was as sharp as a knife
Collar turned up head hunched down
And deeper I venture into the night
Gently, snow drifts to the ground
Hidden ice at my ankle bites
I pause to consider what lies ahead
And deeper I venture into the night
Quietly, mind drifts to another time
While pain holds me to my plight
Heaviness upon my shoulders
And deeper I venture into the night.
Slowly, looking at where I’ve been
All that is behind, gone from sight
Destiny has made my choice
Sadly, I surrender to the night.
