I awake from winters clutches,
into the clarity of spring.
A thousand candles burn their silent song
to a thousand flights on untrained wings.
In shallow breath and slow beat of heart,
weary of world, and withering toll.
Go gently, go forth,
Into the warmth of the night,
release my fractured soul.
By hands of gentle strangers,
we shall pass through those gates of pearl.
Behind us now the dangers,
of a soon forgotten world.
Let the light that shines above you,
guide the light that shines within.
Look not back, we’ll hold your pain,
for Winter won’t come again.