Son Of The North Poem by Sven Rhoads

I was made in the chilling winds
Took my first steps upon the ice
The frozen cold was there within
When my eyes first opened wide

Polaris and moon have watched over me
Steered my path where no one dares
Snow has colored my skin to be
And white becomes my very hair

I am a son of the North
And no one can take it out of me
Born to prove my very worth
Seeking a home deep in the freeze

My heart of ice is demonized
Your heart of gold is full of lies
Say that love I've never felt
But I'm much closer to the point of melt

With my permafrost soul
The will cannot be shaken
With strength and control
Every storm will be a haven
With winter by my side
Where it shows the test of man
There's no frost to make me hide
But they will not understand

I am a son of the North
Conceived in a glacier
Always one with the land of frozen air