When winter comes around, I dread it
I don't walk outside admiring the "Winter Wonderland", I huddle by the stove; unmoving so I won't freeze
My fingers lock and my joints snap, a cup of warm chocolate is in my hands, a blanket spread over my legs
Electricity out, I can't relax, feeling stranded and out of touch
I feel dusty and like a book in a bookshelf that hasn't been read in decades
If the weather matched the temperature of my walls, coal would vanish from the harbor
I wait for spring and even though I'm stuck in time, a breeze lifts my hair; I know I'm okay because little things are part of me just like you
