In loneliness I wondered around

Over come by sorrow and pain

I looked into the sky and prayed

Hoping I can numb myself in the cold rain

Because as much as I don’t like it

I can never again play in the sugar snow

So I must travel this wretched path

Now feeling so lonely and so low

In this agony I walked to the snow lord

And took a short gaze inside

To where he makes the cold sugar

While in the darkness I’m forced to hide

And I wondered over to my Seraph’s house

Still wearing my heart on my sleeve

All the while I spent talking with her

Knowing if I got some sugar snow, she’d leave

Then I wondered over to my maiden

Living up in the clouds so very high

The whole time I was holding her

I knew that if I played in this sugar, she’d cry

So I went back to my wasteland abode

Without even the tiniest drop to drink

And laid inside my treehouse, in my misery

Then in my dillema I began to think

That I’m much better off without it

Despite still being in pain so very low

I made a promise that I must keep

But I miss playing in the sweet sugar snow