they ask you to borrow them
a finger, theirs are all frozen
doesn't work their magic
doesn't arrive, at least
not in time and time
is all we have as a
prove for living
even though
it feels like
a prison cell... and sure it is -
the grating is a safety net, if
you go up or down on your
own it's all your
responsibility to live
and if you succed
there's nothing better
the feeling is real
right there, don't have to go
take what you have, it's
all you need to
dissapear
blow them away, don't leave
anything, blow them
away, with no
traces left
give them some glow
with your gloves
no one knows
when it's gone
and if you give it's
easier to find again
survive with
your eyes as
sparking stars in the
cold n' dark winter sky
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