...written by me, for you...
...With the snowflakes came the thought,
from southern plains with pines,
from those who ponder if the sun
still shines in our lives.
The soft and silent snow has brought
the mercy from above,
for those who always hope and pray,
and those who'll always love.
So when you see the silver joy
dancing in the air,
way up north is where I dwell,
and you'll find me there...
