Keep your shoulders icy, And keep your secrets safe. When life gets somewhat dicey, When all you love is strafed. Sorrow isn’t useful, It burns away the life. So little of it youthful, Why waste it all on strife? Remember those who’ve lost you, Not the other way around. Memories stick like glue, And hatred is abound. I once was a child, Who frolicked in the snow. Now that life is mild, I have nowhere to go. Perhaps if I’d...