• I feel the harsh, December winds
    Numbing up my heart
    Clutching at my very soul
    Tearing me apart

    As I walk among bare trees
    This feeling doesn’t stop
    The anger, stress, and freezing pain
    Filling me to the top

    The winter skies, so beautiful
    Yet, oh, so deadly cold
    Remind me that the cost of life
    Is painful to behold

    As I journey though this life
    With tired and empty grace
    Praying for the soothing rain
    To wash this tear-streaked face

    But God could never truly grant
    A roaming gypsy’s prayer
    For I am just a heathen
    With a cruel burden to bare

    So I shall forever roam about
    Trying to remember
    As I wander through this land
    Haunting My December