Now it's getting colder

my hands chilled to the bone

I watch you breath and trace



it's steps as it mingles with my

own. The lake is almost frozen

the grass is silver air

the wind is high in the blue sky

I wish that I could care.

I recall when we were younger

we shared the streets of home

spoke of our dreams and soaring

schemes and places we would

go, if I stay much longer

I'll never leave again, I have to

move I cannot stay, believe the

voice that tells me leave it all

behind me, I know that I know

that I am wrong, I'll never leave

now it has been so long



and now I'm getting older, I still

can't find the words to empathise

with what's inside, express the way

I feel and now I'm getting older

It's easier to hide, to run away

day after day betray the voice that tells me leave it all behind me, I

know that I know that I am wrong, I'll

never leave now it has been so long