Snow Story - Rock Version

Commanded to gather little sticks for home fires
 Alone in this forest. oh, it's cold out here
 But it's colder in there
 Within stony walls made of wood
 Hours of searching; the sun has gone to rest
 This basket is empty: no reason to return
 For it's colder in there
 Within stony walls made of wood
 I am the offspring of winter
 My rivers of thaw will flow down
 When the spring brings its warmth
 To my heart that has been
 Held together by frozen tears
 Those walls imprisoned
 Threatened, though never touched
 Chains on the mantle
 Captive of faceless fears
 Still, it's so cold in there
 Within stony walls made of wood
 I am the offspring of winter
 My rivers of thaw will flow down
 When the spring brings its warmth
 To my heart that has been
 Held together by frozen tears
 Done with my brooding: wand'ring within my mind
 Traveling homeward to a more distant land
 Where the coldness subsides
 Within gentle walls made of love