I sometimes wonder how it is to ponder
Upon meeting with misfortune sooner
Than your will should have surrendered;
Time and time again you wonder,
Wishing but a crooked feather
Lands along the tearless shiver ,
How your skin would feel the rain
Dropping slowly, no more pain
No more sorrow, no more gain.

I sometimes wonder how it is to ponder
Upon long lost feelings and their founder,
Scattered through the mist then rendered;
Time and time again you wonder,
Wishing but a withered flower
Lands along the careless whisper,
How your face will feel the snow
Dropping slowly, one more row
One more thrill, one more yaw.