I, the observer, at bedside or deed
watched the snow melting, and raised up your need.
I held back the deluge of sorrow I felt,
yet I could do nothing but watch the snow melt.
I touched your hand, hoping I'd have a say
that somehow this thing would just go away,
but we must play out the hand we are dealt;
so I could do nothing but watch the snow melt.
Now, there's a part that's missing from me,
but someday I'll join you, __ I too will be free;
my joy then will cover the times that I knelt
cursing futility, watching snow melt.
The day approaches so quickly, I know,
when another will watch and I'll be the snow,
and life passes pain that's so sadly felt
when all one can do is watch the snow melt.
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