There is a street that leads to my safe haven's gates
Beneath the snow-covers that hide the scarred path
But my bruised heart wishes for its eternal invisibility
Because my injuries are not yet used to nature's wrath
My new found faith is unaware of my past faithlessness
My newfranged virtue is unknown to my faultnessness
So let me lead myself away, from the world and its mess
Into my peaceful space, my snow-laden safe haven.