Winter come

There is no pain in my shoulder,

When I know I must hold her,

And carry her through the crowd,

I will make her proud.

I will feel like the winter,

Warm till I'd have poured my tranquil,

Like the winter, I will feel.

There is no pain in my chest,

Till there is a pillow for her rest,

And a dream to keep her alive,

I will make her jingle.

I will know like the winter,

Lost till I'd have found white snow,

Like the winter, I will know.

There is no pain,

Not anywhere I can tell,

Not a fear of wrongful death,

Though we all burn to char,

We'd have outlived the fire,

Not a speck of ash will regret

The few years that flew.