I'm waiting for the thaw,
a time to live again.
I need the sunrise in my soul.
I need to touch the wind.

For I've become a stranger
to the self I knew,
and darkness hides conviction
from all I thought was true .

I've journeyed far to find
the one I used to be,
though I'm not sure I'd know him now
that other side of me.

I cannot see my coming phase
and the past has fled.
I bearly hold the present
by a freying thread.

Here I am...
Winter's child;
not quite tame...
not quite wild...
not quite broken...
not quite whole...

all I need is a begger's bowl.

caught between
all extremes,
my spirit's
running low.
I must leave
infancy,

ah but it's so hard to grow.