They don’t know what it’s like standing on edge,
fighting for survival, living each day
without no one reason to go on.
It’s easy being human,
for they own the word, as they say.
But me, I’m just an enemy, hiding in mountains of snow,
fighting each day to see tomorrow’s sunrise.
On this block of ice is where I get away.
The excitement, and danger of peering into the unknown,
and venturing off on my own gives me a rush, one I often desire.
Hunters won’t find me here and neither will my cubs,
it’s what I need.
Sometime I wish that I could float down a stream,
get washed up on an island, and never come back.
Please get me away from the snow,
and into the sun.
I want to be on my own,
to feel what it’s like to be warm
on both the inside and out