Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?

The snow gave me clarity
Deep, white, cold
I lay there
And I see each of them
Three relationships
Three lives
I chased each of them
Each mistake was a choice
The cold numbs my regret, sadness
And I know
I would repeat each choice
There is no peace in some lives
We repeat rather than learn
So I will lay in the snow
And have it hold me
til everything goes away