The snow is stained in red, the ice is broken, it shows so many reflections, but which one is my own? The snow is red, mind and body weary, relent I shall not. Pain is weakness leaving the body, I am getting stronger. The snow is red, the ice is broken, reflection shattered, but my soul is still whole. The snow is red, but it is not my blood that stains the winter white. The snow is red...









