Snowdrops are like Tears
Like Ghost, what winter have I become?
Inside a boy lost within the melting of the sun,
destined to be a stranger to everyone I love.
A rage starting slowly from grounds decay,
treaded snow prints are deep tracks within me
like Ghost, what winter have I become?
Red eyes stare back and teeth so sharp and fierce,
white daggers fall from skies onto my skin they pierce,
on the wind of winter I hear him call me son.
Tears like snowdrops on this land I have become,
like Ghost I am alone but I'm always someone's son.