Some long years are gone,   so much passes in this time,   like an abyss, deep and hungry,   and i think hope tastes its fine.   So many dreams were fallen down,   and I've lived in days of emptiness.   So many doubts were grown,   and my room dived into darkness.   I heard me scream...      Then I understood,   that I'm a prison of myself.   Life is not that easy,   not off the shelf.      Bleeding hearts have to heal,   you can't buy a new one.   I had bad things to feel,   and the scars are never gone.   But you can change your fate,   open your window.   go out of your gate,   and start to shovel snow.