crept they did, they have been.
Slowly they have wandered
right back into my mind.
I wonder when winter
will wind down the wind,
when it'll stop wasting my efforts
to preserve what's within.
Could you cry for me
but just this once.
It's been way too many
long dark months.
Snow in my mind
sleet in my eyes,
I couldn't confide
'cause the cold had clouded
it had disguised,
my heart's pounding,
against my skin stretched tight.
I wasn't trying to hide,
I never had lied.
But tonight, this night
part of me died.
Though could I remind you
of the memories we had,
and how last winter's weather
wasn't nearly this bad.
And how one last morning
might be all that we have.
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