There's a story behind this poem, but I'm not going to tell it now.
Deadened winter
Silent solitude
Sun rays dancing off ice crystals
Cold blue sky
Red clay peeking out
Amidst white patches of snow
Silence, silence
Why won't you answer
Quiet, quiet
Can't you hear
This frozen fire
Yearns to burn again
Yet you have me here
And I'm waiting
A kindled flame
Flairs up towards the heavens
Creating sparkle in the sky
A Father's love
Melts away the chains
Awakening a cold, cold heart
Fire, fire
Burning bright
Father, Father
You have called
A listless child
Has been brought to life
Now dancing, singing a new song
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