Frostbit

The rain is cold, the night is old.
The wind whispers, the snow says 'hello'. The stars won't shine tonight, the clouds lay low.
Everything is dark, blinded by the night; if the sun comes out, it'll be all right.
For my eyes have not seen so much light. Oh, the light would be fine; happiness would be mine.
Won't you save me from this darkness? Will you help me out of this hole, where I have become a mold? This ice that covers me, frozen like the North Pole.
I've become so frostbit. Won't you warm my heart up just a little bit?
And I wait...just a little longer, then I'll be stronger.
As your warm hands begin to wrap around me, I'll know where I'll be.