Snow Hymn

One cannot remain
Where one does not belong.
I thought I could change,
But I was wrong.
You think that you will miss me.
You shall not know I'm gone.

There's no need to cry
(Ii swear, I'll be ok)
Let go of my hand:
I know the way.
Just bid me your goodbyes,
And leave me where I lay.

Buried under the ice again
Must this always happen?
...and why must I comply?