Heart of cold

Here I stand in coldness,
crossroads in the frozen snow.
Many paths from which to choose,
one of them is my own.
I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold,
as I can feel it in my heart.
Frozen wall of despair has locked me
inside my own head.
And my soul chooses death, rather than
this so cold/called life.
I stare in disbelief the promise that i hold,
as I can feel it in my heart of cold.
Right to choose my own way,
even thou I'm lost in time.
For what it's worth I hold the key,
that unlocks my despair.
I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold,
as I can feel it in my heart of cold.