Inner Winter

It's always winter in her soul
And her heart is made of snow
So many sins to confess
Weary with no place to rest

This life she's been forced upon
On and on it goes, so long
Her face wet from waterfalls
They say she's a lost cause

Filled with rage, misunderstood
Arms tattooed with ink of blood
Steel walls of pain she can't break through
Nothing to look forward to