She's not here to keep me warm
And I'm still wondering why
I need shelter from her storm
Yet I sit still as snow drifts by

I can't remember when
So long ago seems like yesterday
In the dead of December
When blind love was mislead astray?

Too soon January came
Its wind chills cut like sharpened knives
I ponder, am I to blame?
For without her I'm un-alive

No longer can I see clear
Ice seals over both of my eyes
My drums are still, no longer to hear
And I still sit where sun sets die

The air's too cold to survive
Suddenly I have learned to fly
All feeling's gone, am I alive
While my body lays my soul drifts by

01/31/1983

Posted on 10/02/2005
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