“This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, It rolls in from the sea. My voice; a beacon in the night. My words will be your light, To carry you to me. Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love? They say that things just cannot grow — beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told. They say we’re buried far…” from Winter Song by Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson
