Where the cloud meets the Earth
And the ice fills the river
And the frost breaks the stone
And the snow lies forever;
Where the night will kill the lonely
And the lost can find no shelter
And the love of life is slowly
turned to hatred of the weather;
Where the wind is never silent
And its voice is never new
In the emptiness forever
Where the light is never true:

 — There —

Caught between two walls of stone
That Winter tore apart,
A fist of ice
That fell alone
Reminds me of your heart.