As The Snow

i say let go
 but hold on tight
 just not too tight --it will be
 be alright
 as we fly
 i am talking to myself, as the snow
 flies like shrapnel
 i am blinded and i smile
 at the sting
 of everything coming back to me now
 i-- i am an orphan
 the natural order
 casts a new light where i stand
 king of the hill
 feeling the chill
 and i offer you my hand
 for what it's worth
 the blessing, the curse
 the things that i don't understand
 i give them to you
 to hold onto
 as you wave look back at me now
 we go up to come down
 aimless and free
 i pull you close to let go
 oooooweeee
 i will not slow you down
 i hold on tight
 as you let go
 i am waving as you fly
 you'll be alright, i'll be alright
 i am talking to myself
 as the sun pushes through
 casting colors and the time
 flies with you
 nothing i do will bring it
 back to me now
 we go up to come down...