A Midst of Sadness

Harsh

I lay upon the Timbering Oak
As I can feel the Cold breeze
From up upon the Mountains
I ask that the love I feel 
Isn't as cold as the heart 
That once held it

Each cold and blistering Breeze
Is a reminder of harsh winters
No love to behold
I've been befriended of the Scarce holes

I mustn't lean towards the end
I can't fight for the Love I've once Lost
Treating and Curing through my Veins
Blood trembles between my fingers
Harsh for an once of Life

Please bring back the Love
That was once within my Soul
I can't breathe beneath these troubling 
Cold Harsh Winters
I mustn't fail at Love
Any Longer
Any More