Looking left, white snowflakes fall
Like dandruff from God's holy head.
The coldness penetrates my soul.
My body's numb, like I am dead.
On my right a family stands
And gathers 'round their Christmas tree.
They tear the paper from their gifts,
And let the captive presents free.
I pound upon the window cage
But all my cries now end in vain.
My body freezes to the glass.
I'm still trapped in my windowpane.
