Death has done her work this morning
Cutting me back down to size
Frozen in this winter warning
Gentle in it's own demise

The wind blows through the bangs of my hair,
In the deathly aftermath of the time forgotten,
I breathe deeply and recall her face,
The burn the image deep into my mind,
And cry out inside as my brain screams,

We saw the beginning of something great,
But couldn't get past the end of something bad.
No, not we. I.

Tho, I cannot claim to predict the mind,
Of the other, so loved, yet so far away.
A deathly reminder of moments past echo,
And the fact I failed to see the truth until it was too late.

Last time, that acknowledgement broke me apart,
So I wanted to know in advance when things where bad,
Again I must of saw them too late

Will you tell me when it's gone?
Will you tell me when it's over?
Even though it's just begun
Even though I'm going over

Going over, how I could of been better,
How I could of shown you I was stronger,
Then what I put on, because it was easier,
Too normal for me now.

This has still just only begun.
A rest stop along the way, as we play with the men in the snow.
Death, of us this is not. Her work has be in vain,
I'll be a man, once I stand outside and smile in the rain.