In the long cold dark of Winter,
Where it's darkness chills to the bone,
The warm of blood hide in the light
Leaving the cold to walk the night alone.
The Spring of flowers hide the fallen
Those that Winter's chill did take.
And the living go on surviving
As the darkness creeps in their wake.
The heat of Summer burns the cold
But warmth to them, they cannot feel.
For Winter's chill can never leave them
And the light they long for will never heal.
Then Fall descends and the light doth leave.
The warm retreat from Winter's bite.
But the chill creeps in and they are caught.
And the dark of Winter claims the night.
