The Falling Snow

With all new years passing gone
Is time left to decide?
Youthful choice is aging to responsibility's patience tried

Your stall your retreat
To the fortress of sleep
clinging to words sharpened through the years of vicarious disma

Can you feel the cold?
Can you feel the cold?

When the time comes to go
No amount of fighting can suspend your foe
Or make up for days lost in waste

If today is the last voice heard
Left my offering be of honesty confide
infidelity's denied, and misconstrued pride

Can you feel the cold?
Can you feel the cold?

Seasons change and thoughts deranged but doubts will never go
Winter calls ambitions fall and waiting is all you know
Nothing matters when dreams scatter trying to stand tall
We all bow down to the falling snow