There is a chill in the air and the clouds start to gather Winter's ice cold depression paralyzes you The days getting shorter, And the nights become longer It feels impossible to survive this Your brances become so brittle You become weaker with every fallen leaf Existing with only a trace of life Laying dormant in a bed of misery Nothing that you do can free you from this slumber Perseverance seems so futile But with the conclusion of winter, Comes the inevitable spring And you will bloom, and bring an ending To the suffering