Rising from the cold (self portrait)

They say that things just can not grow

Beneath the winter snow

Or so I have been told

They say we're buried far

Just like a distant star

I simply can not hold

Is love alive?

Is love alive?

Is love alive?

I still believe in summer days

The seasons always change

And life will find a way

I'll be your harvester of light

And send it out tonight

So we can start again

Sara Bareilles  Winter Song