Its winter
And the cold has not left me from summer
There is an echo
And the heat surges up
But only lost out
Because with nowhere to find and stay
The cold will win
And remain
Its winter
And the cold has not left me from summer
There is an echo
And the heat surges up
But only lost out
Because with nowhere to find and stay
The cold will win
And remain
A whisper
Calling a name
Not mine
Or perhaps
It is
A life
I long
To find
Or missed
By picking the wrong path
It’s so faint
And gnawing
But not worth stopping for
Yet