Flowers in the Frost

The winter wind is blowing cold. The silver stories are retold. I walk alone where we have been, And watch the ice close in between. Upon the snow, a sudden red. A fragile beauty born in death. You left me here to face the chill. And yet my heart remembers still. Flowers in the frost. So tender and so lost. How did they bloom in winter's night? Against the cruel and blinding white. Just like my love for you, they stand, In this cold and frozen land. Frozen petals bleeding red. Now the summer hope is dead. I touch the leaves, they turn to glass. I watch our fleeting shadows pass. They shouldn't live in ice and storm. They need the sun to keep them warm. Just like my hands, just like my hands that Reach for you. In skies of gray and midnight blue. A bitter miracle of pain. I'll never feel your warmth again. Oh, flowers in the frost. So tender and so lost. How did they bloom in winter's night? Against the cruel and blinding white. Just like my love for you they stand, In this cold and frozen land. Frozen petals bleeding red. Now the summer hope is dead. The seasons change, but not my mind. I left my sanity behind. A rose of ice, a breath of fire. You are my ruin and desire. Even when the storm is deep. These frozen secrets I will keep. Flowers in the frost. So tender and so lost. How did they bloom in winter's night? Against the cruel and blinding white. Just like my love for you they stand, In this cold and frozen land. Frozen-petals bleeding red. Now the summer hope is dead. Flowers in the frost. In the ice and snow. In the ice and snow. Why did you have to go? Just frozen flowers in the cold.