Winter Days

I think that I could fly if given wings.
I'd leave behind the cement and this jailhouse of thieves.
And the gatekeeper would tip his hat, like a real gentleman would. He'd ask me what my plans are, and I'd just say "who knows."

Except here I am.  Waiting with myself into the longest night of the year, and hoping that I'll find some source of artificial light.  Because I'm tired of the sun that burns the obsolete.  So I'm ready to become someone who doesn't live for the promise of warmth and the promise of heat.

But the night passes.
Even though we haven't.
And despite all that, I'll be glad if you ask me to stay a bit.
Because in due time, you'll forget all that has happened.
As winter brings new days...

When the snow falls thick and all will die away.
And when we stand around the fire, I'll never forget your face all lit up despite the storm.

You'll say, "Happy Christmas, darling.  Glad tidings of good cheer.  I'll see you next time, when it's a new year."

Back to those winter days.
They're beautiful, but heartless. 
And that's why they all remind me of you.

But for now, I'll just hold my own hands and wish me gone, and sing my sorry little song.

"It's getting cold outside

 The frost is keeping me out

 It gives me reason to hide

 But I won't come back."

If you want to listen to the song:
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