While the icy wind blows
Written by: Phil Webster
Life is never made of silver,
Though your dreams are lined with gold.
And while the icy silence screams.
The wind begins to blow.
Someone holds your destiny,
but it isn't his to change.
No matter where life takes you,
It's your heart, your soul, your dreams!
Life may never treat you well.
That I can surely say,
But even then, what's life for?
Except to live, today.
There we are, these words are my interpretation of something that my friend Alex told me. She said that life can never be exactly what you want it to be, so make the best of what you have (more or less.) I spent a day thinking about these words, and this song/poem is the result.
