Buried in the Snow

The Tips of my fingers

Are black and blue

From the earth, or the bite of the frost,

I couldn’t tell you.

I’ve been digging, and digging,

Instead of living,

Trying to find the earth,

Begging for a clue,

Or a word.

The avalanche came down so swiftly,

It covered everything,

So I was left digging holes,

Trying to find home,

In the freezing cold,

Alone.

The Artic wind became a friend,

She sung songs to me,

Of the cold lonely sea,

She says he’s not like me,

And my warmth,

But she can’t hold me in her arms.

So i keep digging holes,

Holding out hope,

That all i know,

Can me found and thawed

If I can find it -

Buried in the snow