Joy

перевести 12 лет назад

grandmother's granddaughter My emotion is like a snowstorm on a cold winters day You always know it will come, but it still seems so far away Wake up in the morning, you feel so full of dread To see a heavy snow fall, your heart, it feels of lead #life is so fragile, trying not to slip and fall down You can only get back up again and try not to let tears drown The white, your'e dazed, the loss it hurts beyond belief The cold it grips you by the neck and binds you to your grief Inside somewhere, it's hard to find there is hope and warmth and peace of mind Time will pass and season will change, the snow will melt to water The bitter cold will turn to fond memories and you'll always be your grandmother's granddaughter