A faith forgot, a fear evoked, and passion may have lost
And all she did, was sit amid the tears that were but frost.
She wiped her hand, on their iceland, and tried to rub them
wet,
But like her hope, her warmth was but, loaned to her on a
debt.
And so she cried, and froze her tears, and built her own sad
town,
And hung mirrors of crystal tears that were candid of her frown.
But one day, her tears just froze, in a shallow concave
tile,
And when she frowned in front of it, she saw it turn a smile!
And though her face was upside down, she liked it well that way,
It made her laugh, it made her blush, she swore for it to
stay.
She laughed with joy, and stored that tile, inside her
gloomy heart,
Her body warmed, her town got washed,
She got her fresh new start.
