As I look upon a mirror, my reflection shows
But only in a mysterious fog of cold snow that will arise
Ice froze time, frosting the edges of the windows
That’s when I realized the pure truth behind all those lies
All of the theories go out the window and flies
Far away from our sights, forever staining our beliefs
Thus scorching the purposes of our useless relief’s
Rattling the glass and frame of the windows…
A thousand windows appear before us
Overlapping the line of true sight
Making us scream and start a fuss
Your words, I would never again cite
Those thousand windows, covering our hopes
Pushing us down those steep, snowy slopes
Time may stop, but I believe our thoughts will remain
Echoing through the future, our old beliefs stained
Crippling our original dreams and sights
Snapping the wings, we once took on flights
Frost took our spirits, and froze our truths
Waiting for the day to uncover and reveal them again
On that day, I hope that our reflections
Are cleared from the fog, and the snow will fall
So that our predictions were really held true
Except for the fact that they had frozen inside of us
After the night… the dawn arises
And all of those clothes, our disguises
Will disappear, clearing out the frosted fog
Allowing us to see our dreams and goals,
Once again, through a thousand windows
