Snowflake
You may call me a Snowflake, But I will not melt. You may call me a Snowflake, But we will blanket the ground You may call me a Snowflake But my fist will remain In the air, emboldened And Inflamed You may call me a Snowflake, But my chapped lips will Breathe Warm Winter air You may call me a Snowflake, But remember you are nothing but an old tin can Rusting away in the cold of Our Snowflake sand for we are everywhere you will stand You may call me a Snowflake, Cause I will be back again And again and again Waiting here on the ground For you to come join me under this blanket And be a friend.
