• As i look out the misty window,
    Onto the streets,
    All i see is white,
    Emo's hate white.

    But the one who doesn't like snow,
    Is not Emo,
    Nor Prep,
    Just another soul among us.

    My soul lies in the center,
    Where it is nice and warm,
    Where fire can be my essence,
    And i'll be warm.

    If i leave this place one day,
    My soul shall reside there,
    I shall watch over you,
    But i shall not be trapped.

    I shall be free,
    Making sure you shall all,
    Be warm,
    I shall not be forgotten.

    The summers days,
    I shall hum the tune of a cardinal,
    You shall remember that,
    I shall be there.

    Winters i shall warm your house,
    And watch the snowfall with you,
    You shallnot see me,
    But i shallnot be forgotten.

    Nor shall i forget thee,
    Even on thy hottest summers day,
    Thou shalst know that thee shall be safe,
    Upon my protection.

    And i shaleth join thee someday.