WINTER HEART
The winter wind singsit's lonesome mornful cry.
Cold as a Wendigo touch brings;
Listen, It's question is Why?
Where it comes from; where it goes
It's mystery a broken heart knows.
No friends calls just foes.
Heartache & loneliness; loves absent blows.
Dying embers of youth have flown.
Who cares when your old and alone?
Seems hearts have turned to stone.
Will anyone throw the old dog a bone?
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