Here I stand in coldness, crossroads in the frozen snow.   Many paths from which to choose, one of them is my own.   I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart.   Frozen wall of despair, has locked me inside my own head.   And my soul chooses death, rather than this so called life.   I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, as I can feel it in my heart of cold.   Right to choose my own way, even though I'm locked in time.   For what its worth I hold the key, that unlocks my despair.   I stare in disbelief at the promise I hold, as I can feel it in my heart of cold.