In the midst of my sorrow, At the bottom of the vale, With the cold December falling I somehow stumbled on a trail. I am still convinced In just a few more frozen breaths Without that symbol in the snow, That night would have been my death. But somehow that ribbon Barely visible in the shifting snow Gave me everything I needed Just a little bit of hope. (It's been so long since I wrote anything I thought I'd better spit something out before I rust shut.)