Your hands bearing snowless winters
Flourishing amidst your feverish walls,
Melting calm upon their silent chaos,
Smiling along your weary steps,
Fireless suns rest within your embrace,
Tainting red atop your taciturn cheeks,
As you hustle, struggle amidst spring's bustle
Pushing onward, toward winter's rustle
You who've guided our childish ideals
Bearing our lunacy's fickle blare, idiotic flare,
Our miracle technician, our snow-white bear,
Daring insomnia to ensnare his fair