Exhale into the cold spring air
Fade away like melting snow
Yet what remains is my despair
An existence of a shadow
To be the fool lost in the past
Where joy abounds endlessly
Or to drift aimlessly as an outcast
Living out a cursed destiny
Tracing the whispers of the wind
I bid farewell to what will be no more
The last touches of the air on my skin
Before I head to a happier time before
When it’s time to finally open my eyes
Perhaps what awaits will be those clear blue skies
