Forever young

The cold wind burns my skin
and I look around at my surroundings in shock.
I am standing on a tall mountain
a piller
made from rock-hard snow and ice
the air around me is a whirlwind of gray and white
howling its shrill cry

I’m sorry
I’m sorry for the broken heart you have tucked away
I’m sorry for your sunken soul and saddened face
I’ll stand beside you anyways
Even if you want to be locked away for forever

It was the first one I ever heard.
I learned it the first time I was in a play,
The Velveteen Rabbit, it was called. 
The tongue twister went something like this:
"To sit in solem silence on a dull, dark, dock,

Friends fighting
insults biting
one pretty little lie
that causes a terrible land slide
only one side of the story is right
only one side to choose
when your swept up in a raging storm like this
what do you do?