In the dim light of an icy cold day
Winter’s breath envelopes you come what may
Visions of times to come look bleak as hell
You pray for Spring hoping all will be well
The chill of Winter’s winds empties your soul
In your heart you still feel an empty hole
In the fog of my brain I try to remember
That things may look better from May to September
THE SAINT THEY CALLED ALLNIGHTS 