My hair stands up straight
When the cold embraces me
Glowing eyes are buried
Beneath frozen tears
The dead trees outside my window
Are surrounded by a hazel sky
No call of the bird will be heard
A prisenor of his own fears
The darkness no longer frightens him
As he flies above his forest
He remains quitely on his own
Watching over his own dreams
Though his satisfaction grows
Along with the mindfrozen wind
Under a hazelblue sky and
A dead forest, so it seems
When the sun comes shining through
He closes his eyes contented
As life slowly fades away
In a world made of dreams