The White Snow drifting from the sky
As I stare up waiting for replies.

But the sun peaks, from behind the darkened clouds
As I seek the light, no hope is in the crowds.

The cold seeps right into my skin
As I feel the hurt beginning to sink in.

There's a shock wave going through the air
And my heart feels every ones Despair.

But the sun peaks from behind the darkened clouds
As we all sing our memories aloud.

Those Snow Flakes will always be outside
As our will try, try not to hide.

The Angels crying with rejoice,
At the glory of Gods perfect choice.

And the White Snow will stay by my side
It will always show the truth in this life.

RIP Bubbles