Snow falls softly, deep and pure,
A fleeting touch, a quiet cure.
For broken hearts and weary skies,
A winter song that never lies.
Through frozen air, a glowing thread,
A light for souls that tears have fed.
Each crystal whispers as it lands,
A gift of hope in fragile hands.
I’ll gather snow, each fleeting spark,
To guide the lost through endless dark.
This tender love, in frosted hue,
A piece of winter, just for you.
Snow will write on silver air,
Dreams it carries, soft and rare.
Threads of light in frozen streams,
A world reborn by winter’s dreams.
For every tear, for every fight,
Snow blankets pain in endless white.
For hearts that ache, for souls that yearn,
A gentle path through ice will turn.
Snow will write on silver air,
Dreams it carries, soft and rare.
Threads will write on silver air,
Dreams it carries, soft and rare.
Threads will write on silver air,
Dreams it carries, soft and rare.