fondre
it is cold where i live
in a castle above all
where I can silently grieve
and yet still stand high and tall
my kingdom is of sorrow
with transparent walls of ice
a crown can feel so hollow
when all but nothing can suffice
my realm is not meant for smiles
for no warmth can survive there
just isolation for miles
the truth of my life laid bare
the wind echoes a lost sound
knocking on the palace door
"do you want to build a snowman?"
And it shakes me to the core
a spirit arrives one day
a boy all starved and mad like me
for the moon made us this way
and this we'd forever be
he walks barefoot on the snow
a body of tampered glass
i did not want him to go
i wasn't alone at last
"you wanna build a snowman?"
he would ask me everyday
I would laugh and take his hand
and I knew we'd be okay
(*fondre is French for 'melt')