Escape impossible shoe prints left in deep snow
Tracking every movement paths laced with signs here we go
How come those we love set traps along our climb
Almost to the top pushed down half a mile double time
We felt sunny rays only to be scratched with words appearing as cold nails.
Misery loves company, demands an air of hopelessness
Other extremes say indifference breaks such tight metal chains
We saw our exit until cold winds came
Writing excessively, using a bucket to shovel snow for days
You can have our secret knowledge here it is
Point of trying unclear yet we feel something driving attempts
Unfortunately linked to cold people in love with confusion
Sadly linked to land mines in flesh waiting for a certain distance
Living to disrupt progress suddenly, violently.
This is our hall filled with echoes
This is our lives on the line
These are our unknown trials
These are our poems thrown upon ground
White paper in snow during spring
Denied gentle winds, given a cold burial
You help keep us a secret.
Failure married me I don’t know when I signed up
Dance floor empty not counting my reluctant steps
Or possibly my steps were confidentiality made embarrassing myself
Late in this cruel training course I’ve got momentum
Pretty skies then to my surprise bitter precipitation
Willpower tested oh I see why you’re here
We saw our exit blocked by faces we love
Hands we gladly held reach to strangle us
Seemingly familiar when we’re almost halfway up
Next time we’ll fight through avalanches sent towards us, sprint to spring
Weird weather right before the end
Unexpected setbacks sent to prevent a win
Cannot change the weather gotta climb through it
Our loved ones are zombies operating without logic
Gnawing on happiness we’ve protected
New plan, cut heads off.
Complaints aren’t effective
Excuses waste time
We’re almost done with this place
Cannot fall or fail
Didn’t expect another snowfall
Nevertheless run, walk, or crawl
Misery loves company, how dare we walk away.
Sun out coldest snow in the way.
Laying down isn’t recommended.
And I feel something I’ve never felt before
Power I’ve had and have trapped behind doors
Friend who feels the same
Detection of another season bringing change
Sometimes we see a glimpse
Recompensed from years of teasing broken feelings in splints
Horrible storms before birds are heard again
We’ll continue fighting storms in route to friendlier domains.