A flick of the wrist, the snow ball shakes
The cloud settles around; little plastic flakes
At times you die, and wonder why
The shaker decides to keep you alive
Why not let the pain push you under
You are but a speck of matter
But no, he decides when it is time
To shake the snowball again
“O fleck you’ve seen the pain
Until you were numb and could not feel again
I’ll show you pleasure
That you didn’t see before
You will live again; to feel some more
I’ll heal your wounds, I let you hope
I’ll give you love that lets you cope”
The block is gone, blood starts to flow
The agony fades; your face starts to glow
A reason to live; to smile again
To wake up; breathe, to love and to wait
Until...the shaker is bored, and then;
“I think it’s time; to change your fate
The shaker decides, “I’ll flick my wrist
Your story little speck
Now has a new twist!”
