Heart Of The Matter

Winter's Hell

So bitter cold,
The streets they glisten,
And all is quiet,
No one to listen,
Windscreens frosted,
Covered white,
I share some warmth,
With you tonight,
Into the night,
The freeze bites cold,
The stars are clear,
Some new, some old,
Shedding stardust,
As they glow,
To settle,
On the streets below,
When morning breaks,
The night-time spell,
We all awake,
To winter's hell.