Cruel but kind
Oblivious, yet aware
The warmth of a smile
The ice of a stare
The wind that slaps
Cold air in your face
The memories that fade
Never leaving a trace
The rain that falls
Like tears in the night
The fear of a failure
The triumph
Influenced through might
The snow that clutters
Grass and cement
A twisted past
Broken and bent
Through all these things
Hope can be found
As long as you know
You should make a sound
