Words aren't worth the breath we waste to speak them because talk is cheap and you get what you pay for.
My match.
Life is like the coldest winter. People freeze the tears I cry. Words of hail their minds are into. I've got to crack this ice and fly. Gonna hitch a ride, head for the other side, leave it all behind, never change my mind. Gonna sail away, sun lights another day. Freedom on my mind, carry me away for the last time.