Amid The Falling Snow

How I remember sleepless nights when we would read by candlelight, and on the windowpane outside a new world made of snow; a million feathers falling down, a million stars that touch the ground, so many secrets to be found amid the falling snow. Maybe I am falling down. Tell me should I touch the ground? Maybe I won't make a sound in the darkness all around. The silence of a winter's night brings memories I hold inside; remembering a blue moonlight upon the fallen snow. Maybe I am falling down. Tell me should I touch the ground? Maybe I won't make sound in the darkness all around. I close my window to the night. I leave the sky her tears of white. And all is lit by candlelight amid the falling snow. And all is lit by candlelight amid the falling snow.