Darkness is the first thing that I remember.
It was dark, it was cold and I was scared.
But then, there I saw the moon, so big, so bright,
she seemed amazed darkness, and when I saw the light,
I had no more fear.
The why I'm there, the reason for my existence?
That I never knew, and sometimes I guess I'll never know.
My name? Is Jack Frost, how do I know that?
The moon told me. It was the only thing she told me.
And that was a long, long time.