A shiver claims my skin
as the snow clings to my lashes
is it snow, or is it ashes?
When I catch one on my tongue
will it burn there with the words I long to say
or will it melt away?

Am I dancing under falling flakes,
or the shreds of forgotten dreams,
opening my mouth to catch
the wispy "should-have beens"
Will it spark my burning tongue to letting slip
or ice it over, and wash these words away

A familiar path I used to walk
once covered long ago
there's still an outline of your steps
under the freshly fallen snow
I burned away the past before,
and left ashes in my wake
and I buried these old dreams of mine,
froze and left them in this place.

Oh, falling ashes, oh falling flakes,
Oh, there's all this beauty,
and all my mistakes

A shiver claims my skin
as the snow clings to my lashes
won't you tell me
 are they snowflakes or ashes?