Shadows of the dawn

Shadows of the dawn.
Hide the things that are wrong.
Like an old song I hear voice again.

The brisk wind hits my face.
A memory of you my mind embraces.

The snowflakes my only friends.
My head goes down as tears start to flow from my cheek.
Thinking about what I should have, could have, would have done differently now.

Too late the only thing I hear, the wind howling and growling that phrase in my ear.
Them words my mind repeats so gently reminding me that those words are my fate.

My mind wonders as I stand in the cold.
The hail pelts my body with all the regret I feel.

The realness of the world starts to numb my brain.
I slowly start to get tired and lay in the snow.
My body gets overwhelmed by the cold.
I'm forever lost in the untold world of white.