Winter Child

So dear child, my child,
Has it been so long since you could force a smile?

Sore state, long face
You are wondering if it's right to leave this place
With light, steps, and eyes towards the moon, her words have pierced the sky
Over the ground where he's pacing, wondering, "What's she up to now?"

Two ways, one's straight
The other one's off to some distant place
Don't fret, my child,
It's never too late for one to start again, to start again
But her sighs have echoed through the dark and the snow falls hard
Onto the ground where he's pacing, wondering, "What's she up to now?"

Glaring, dead eyes! Pretty drones and pretty lies!
Lifeless; indeed in pursuit of this stale bread and cheap wine, "Everybody get in line!
Because we know that you cannot take care of yourself, but that's fine!"

Such fear, my dear
Only makes your choices more unclear
This life's your own and if you really want to you can go it alone, go it alone
But her sighs have echoed through the dark and the snow falls hard
Harder onto the ground where he's pacing wondering, "What's she up to now?"

And all that's left behind dear,
And the way you felt
Well, never you mind!
Keep on pushing forward
Because you just, you just might find yourself