When the nights are long
And my hands are cold
If I reach out to you,
Will you hold me close?
When the lights dim,
and everything turns blue
When hope is slim,
and our trust is few
Would you stand by me,
like I would you?
"I'm here for you",
so you say,
when you couldn't see the end of day.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do"
Teeth rattling
Toe numbing
Skin burning
cold encompasses me.
I hold out my hand,
for you to catch
to share my burden,
when I can bear it no longer.
My muscles weaken
as I begin to lose control.
Hope is no longer a beacon,
but lore of times before.
You turn your eyes way,
from the eyes in which you used to gaze.
Here is the end of day,
and you are no longer near.
At last, I sink
by the end of day.
