I’m going to die this winter – don’t ask me how I know
I shall cry this autumn, I’m waiting for the snow
The sunlight’s slowly fading, it won’t return ‘till spring
I feel the cold wind blowing, embrace its icy sting
I’m going to die this winter and I will not awake
You can’t say ‘Love’s forever’ when it’s your soul at stake
The only thing to save me, is warmth when days are cold
And knowing that you’ll love me when we are frail and old
I’m going to die this winter, because you can’t be there
I know it seems a tragedy, but who said life was fair?
I need your strength to save me, to help me when I fall
To hold my soul together and answer every call
But you’re not here this winter – not here to keep me sane
And winter’s surely coming to break my heart again
You tried your best to help me, and might have made a change
But happiness at winter is a concept I find strange
So here’s to you this winter, I hope you’ll be okay
Don’t think about my suffering; I’ll simply slip away
I’ll think of you this winter, and smile as I die
At least we had each other – so darling, please don’t cry
© Copyright 2016 Medea Rene. All rights reserved.
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