There’s Nothing Sweet About The Winter

What do you mean, "Go on"?

Go on where?

We should have never come back here!

We came back to this palace, this gold-plated history, all these old ghosts in fancy clothes—and for what?

So my daughter could grow up and hate this place the same way you did?

You say let her fly, let her find her way,

Let her learn what the world has to say.

That's a pretty little prayer from a window up high—

But somebody's got to look her in the eye!

She's out there somewhere, and the sun's going down,

No family around, no familiar town.

And you want me to stand here and call it fate?

No, ma'am. Not tonight. Not a minute too late.

She could be chased by lions,

Tigers on the prowl,

American pit bulls with a mean look

And a hungry kind of growl!

And don't you tell me that's unlikely!

Have you met the world lately?

There's nothing sweet about the winter.

Nothing gentle when the daylight dies.

You can dress the cold in silver ribbons,

But the frost still finds the ones outside.

WHY DO WE ALWAYS LOSE IT IN THE WINTER?

Why does every wound come back around?

Why do we wait until the leaves are falling

To discover what we've broken on the ground?

I won't let the cold become her story.

I won't let the silence be her home.

If this family has a curse upon it,

Then I'll be the one to break it on my own!

I know you loved your mother,

Even when you couldn't stay.

I know this palace took a piece of you

You never quite got back again.

But our daughter isn't your reflection.

She's not a debt you have to pay.

And she shouldn't have to run away

To find a place where she can stay.

You taught her how to question.

You taught her how to stand.

Now she's somewhere in the winter

With no father holding her hand.

So bring my boots, bring my coat,

Bring whatever keeps me warm.

I'll walk through every frozen field,

I'll face whatever comes.

Let the wolves howl at the moonlight!

Let the wild winds tear the sky!

I have spent my life building with these hands—

And I'll use them to bring my daughter home tonight!

WHY DO WE ALWAYS LOSE IT IN THE WINTER?

Not this time. Not this child. Not again!

I'll find her where the road turns lonely,

I'll find her where the wilderness begins!

We will not pass down this sorrow.

We will not make her pay our price.

If it takes the rest of my tomorrow,

I will bring her home alive!