He walks alone in the cold winter snow,
The fire that once burnt bright
Put out its final glow.
In his heart you see no fight,
In his eyes there was no more light.
The baggage of dreams he left behind,
Caved in by thick unforgiving layers of white.
As though a gatekeeper of some kind,
Denying him return oblivious to his plight.
So with slow and heavy strides,
His restless soul wanders into the night.