Real Cold Winter

Closing my eyes and drifting away
Recalling memories, too sad to say

Knowing the Earth will never stop turning
Forever hoping, wishing and yearning

I watch my own breathe escape into the air
Feeling time pass, not giving a care

I patiently wait with no fear of tomorrow
Fed up with anger, hatred and sorrow

Waiting for some special time to arrive
To prove my existence, to know I’m alive

Wondering when it will happen again
And whenever it does, will it be the end?

I ask all the questions, but no one can say
That tomorrow will be just a regular day

Knowing these troubles are deep like a splinter
I can tell we are in for a real cold winter