After The Winter Dies...

Where blood once thrived with peace and calm,

Now it's all cold.

Bitter nights and bitter Morn,

With the days unfurling with deaths untold.

Wrongs are now rights,

As the evil himself flies,

But the flowers will surely bloom

After the winter dies.

In this bitter cold

It seems lives can't be withheld,

But maybe in the spring of startings,

Hopes will too rise,

To love and live,

After the winter dies...