Lyric

In fields where winter never broke, the silver queen walked veiled in snow

Her palace slept in crystal silence, bells beneath the frost

She held a crown of frozen flowers no warm hand placed there

And learned that every falling petal marked a spring she would never know

The elders bowed with grieving eyes and showed the dragon under ice

A heart of ancient season fire that only royal blood could wake

If she should break the final seal the kingdom's fields would bloom again

But all her breath and borrowed days would harden into living glass

Let the last spring bloom through me tonight

Let every frozen valley hear the flowers cry

I will give my name to the snow if dawn can find my people

I will turn my blood to petals bright enough to melt the endless white

No kinder fate was written for this crown of tears and silver roses

So let me vanish into light while all the world learns how to live

She walked alone across the plain where brittle lilies pierced the drifts

The moon made mirrors of the ice and showed her all she had to lose

No child should ever watch a kingdom starve beneath a beautiful sky

So with bare hands she touched the seal and felt the buried thunder stir

The dragon opened sorrowing eyes and breathed a garden into flame

It saw no queen, no throne, no saint, but one small life that chose the world

Around her feet the snow began to soften into silver bloom

And every root below the frost reached upward through her fading warmth

Let the last spring rise through me tonight

Let every silent mountain hear the flowers cry

I will give my heart to the snow if dawn can warm my people

I will turn my tears to rivers bright enough to break the endless white

No gentler road was left for this pale crown of grief and winter roses

So let me vanish into bloom while all the world learns how to live

I was not made for endless ice nor for a throne no spring could save

I was a daughter of the thaw before the heavens froze our name

Yet if one life can buy the bloom that thousands hold in trembling hands

Then let me be the quiet frost that breaks and turns to rain

Now let the final spring begin and crown the earth with silver fire

Let every frozen field remember how a single flower fought the night

No god of winter could erase the warmth she carried in her wounds

No grave of ice can hide the grace that chose to bloom for other lives

Her breath becomes the wind of March, her tears the rivers running clear

Her blood becomes the roses bright that climb through every shattered stone

O silver queen, we speak your name whenever snow gives way to color

You did not live to see the spring, but all the spring now lives through you