 | The last days of winter are the weirdest of all
They're neither cold nor warm, bright nor dark
There's an eerie feeling hanging in the air
And the world like a ghost, is lost in a dream
The shadows creep to the corners of the room
They lurk and taunt, whispering evils in my ear
The atmosphere allows their words to echo on
To pull and tug on my heart's fragile strings
The winter and its shadows have set in on my soul
I felt at one with the world, a nightmare come true
But now winter is leaving and I’m left all alone
With a war torn soul scarred by it's shadows
The winds howl through scraping by on my heart
Gut wrenching like finger nails down a black board
My heart becomes bruised with a final scar
Winter has left its mark on my poor dying heart
But with winter's last struggle, spring must come
For my heart to heal and blossom and love again
But I will never love the same after a winter
My old and weary soul will always remember... |  |
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