Wild fire running through the veins
Makes feel another spring's arriving.
Fool heart got lost in nameless lanes
Where winter bond servants were striving
Against the sun emitting rays
Reviving everything around
And brightening up grey hopeless days
That were so fell for sky and ground.
The winter has been stuck with knife
Jagged by the sun and stud with arrows.
It makes the others feel alive
But not me. My grave doesn't shallow.