• Once upon a dying December
    The rushing wind
    My frostbitten hands
    The covered greens
    I can barely stand
    This December day
    so cold and lonely
    The only thing
    keeping me going
    is the fire burning in my heart
    now, as a tiny flame
    a burning start
    I'd go anywhere
    to feed the flames
    to find where you were
    to hear you call my name
    but the fires dying down
    like the wind's roar
    i dont like to see it go
    but now im sore
    sinking down into the snow
    my soft pillow bed
    encased in ice forever
    but never really dead
    always burning in your heart
    the fire that found its start
    not such a long time ago
    in my December dreams
    covered in this dreadful snow.