Underneath a white, snowy sky, do I
Take a final breath of pure, rare freedom, do I
Want to run like I am five too, do I
Frolic around, just with sweaters down, do I try?

Watching all the other children, will I
Leap with faith into the cold, white blanket, will I
Take this one day for granted, or will I
Let this moment fade away to time, will I try?

Then, with sun shone bright in the cold, have I
Done that which I want to do within snow, have I
Caused avalanches in my own life, have I
Encapsulated time in memories, have I tried?