I believe this one is a bit more tricky than the other two, but I might be wrong. It is, like the previous one, about 3 characters.


Snapping your fingers

It still lies in my desk drawer,
You know, I look at it sometimes
And my mind filled with nostalgia
Goes back to the day I found you.

You were alone and desperate
And you needed an aim to live.
I took you in, poor little thing
And taught you my own way of life.

Cuddle, you grew up as a son
Little heart that you were, you stood
Snapping your fingers, stance solid
Ready to destroy the past.

Or rather a future, maybe;
One nobody would want to know.
You knew him well enough, and I
Asked for your help, you asked for mine...

Which I was not able to give
That day, when you coated yourself
In snow, with right behind your back
That little snow-skinned child you found...

He was alone and desperate
And he needed an aim to live.
You took him in, poor little thing
And taught him your own way of life.

We met for the very first time
Only after your dream came true.
You indeed have a proper grave;
He's now free from his dept to you.

Now, he lives
And is causing
Bitter-sweet trouble