Chillness of winter rips through the soul;
  no shields, no protection, no comfort to be found

    Hollow is the feeling; so empty, so barren
  Nothing but memories left to cling to

    Frost-bitten hands eternally try to grasp the true meaning
  of all that has happened and what is to come

    In vain, frozen fingers reach to find the knowledge
  that most take for granted

    Forever unaware that it has long since
  drifted from reach

    Unable to fathom the concept of losing, not quite 
  understanding in life that there is no such thing as 
  total loss

    It's merely something that was thought to be but
  in absolute truth... never was