It stings
For every drop
Is draining my life away
The strength is gone
For the snow has just taken it away
On the whitelands
I fall
It is cold
But from there
She appears
Giving me a lighted matchstick
She told me to hold it
To get up and follow it
To follow the glow
I look around
The wanton snow engulfs my soul
Too cold
And I wonder if the matchstick is enough
Snow is falling
Icy lands I am standing on
For miles and miles
And I wonder if the matchstick is enough
I am going to try
Survive I want
May the warmth come
But all I have is a small lighted matchstick
Is it enough
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