Casting among through the blizzard of wind
Our lives are not sustainability
Hear out the word's for command, The weather is unpredictable
Through the mind of a broken man
Sense of warm emotions is twisting

Listening to the music of life
Grasping hold of reality, While I'm the one who's truly fading
Forever seeking a lovely soul from the kind
The gentleness is breaking me

When winter storm began to rise, Sense of sanity is leaving the mind, body and soul
When the wicked one's begun to cry, I'm the one who's pushing back a force of my beyond

Seeking the warmth of a pleasant soul, Is an impossible task of the corrupted, shattered mold.

Selfimprovement is a fuel of the mind
Read the words that I'm expressing
Listening to the final word's of the fallen and behind
Observe the work's of the divine
As the winter storm is breaking and we will not be paralyzed