Snow White Blues

If only outside was alive an green.
Sometimes I long for the beauty of spring.
I wish it would rain.
I want to feel the thunder shaking the ground at my feet.
See lightning flash across the sky.
Maybe a good storm could wash away our pain.
If only winter could lie.
Instead everything is cold and dead outside.
Its like looking into a mirror of my inside.

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