Winter

He wanders through the winterlands
Through plains of ice and snow
Each day for him is just one more
To wander to the icy shore
With neither summer nor bright sands
With snowstorms, not a chilly breeze
And frost that mind and soul will freeze
So onward he will go.

His traces will remove the storm,
His fire cannot keep him warm
In lonely winter’s night
For there’s no day on which he may
Rest warm and safe in his own home
And friends or family will come
And with his children he can play
So he must bear his plight.

Who is this man? Why does he have
To carry such a load
Not on his back but in his heart?
For everything the wand’rer gave
The world is his abode,
And of his heart of giants‘ size
Nothing’s left but of broken ice
In every one of us one part

And on he’s marching through the fal-
ling snow. The wind blows in his face
With frostbite on his icy toes
He marches on and on.
His walk comes never to a close
The world for him an endless maze
So all alone he stands so tall
He looks out on the icy land
His walking staff clenched in his hand
He’ll never stop his heart to mend
Till even time is gone.
To other lands he walks in days
To hold in winter’s vice
The warmth in people’s hearts he’ll end
Eternal winter’s cold embrace
Will trap them all in ice.