as a light snow
falls from above

can you feel who
you really are?

the glazed eyed stare
of a two week old child

makes me know
what it is that i am

while the cold concrete
of the city streets

makes me want
to forget

the love that burns
through me shows the way

we are all greater
than we’ve ever believed

and it will be love
that reminds us to remember

as we shed the skin
of dying ways

this dream we share
will always be

exactly what we
meant for it to be

before we came
before we were

everything and nothing