A heart like wintertime -
And it gets dark early.
And it's very cold.

A heart like wintertime -
So all the leaves fall from my trees.
And it's very cold.

A heart like wintertime -
So  my animals run and hibernate.
And it gets dark early.

A heart like wintertime -
So circles of ice float on the surface of my ponds.
Spinning, spinning....

A heart like wintertime -
So I hear the crunch of my frozen pine needles beneath feet.
And the falling snow masks the footprints.

A heart like wintertime -
So long icicles hang from me.
And lips crack and split.

A heart like wintertime -
So heavy snow breaks my branches.
Freezing, freezing...

A heart like wintertime -
So my labored breaths rise as a fog.
And it gets dark early.

A heart like wintertime -
So spider-web frost creeps across my windows.
And it's very cold.

A heart like wintertime,
And it gets dark early.
A heart like wintertime,
And its very cold.

And i doubt that I will ever find peace,
but, then again, some brains are meant to storm.
But, despair not, I'll harness the tempest.
I won't shy when dark clouds form.

I will not fear the roar of the thunder,
and the lightning's burst cannot turn my face.
This tempest will not cause my mouth to scream,
but my mouth, this tempest, tastes.

And the wind may blow and shake my rafters,
let the rain fall in torrential sheets.
The over-whelming fear of my brain's storm
is the fear I'll rise to meet.

I despair for those who fear their thunder,
and hide instead of dancing in their rain.
But if I refuse to dance through this storm,
will the sun come out again?

When I'm gone -
I don't need a casket.
Just a hole in the earth.
Who'll come first,
the mourners or the worms.

When I'm sad -
I don't need sympathy,
just a corner alone,
inside my home,
and my right eye cries wrong tears.

When I'm free -
I won't need the sun.
Just an endless field
where nothing is real,
and I can fade to black.

When the light would fall just right on your brow,
your eyes reflect so many shades of green.
And by and by I think I've found
my very, most very, favorite thing.

I'm in love with your smile, believe me this,
and my beating heart swells up when you sing.
Skipped! Its your eyes I've never missed,
and light on them is my favorite thing.

And all the world fills up with bright treasures,
but the treasures all look so dim to me.
Green love stare as bright as ever,
and the darkness touches no where near me.

But time has forced us to now see our woes,
because our blind eyes will not make them cease.
I feel as if your eyes have closed,
if not to the world, well then, just to me.

And as my dim eyes close to weep,
I think of my most favorite thing.

But fire is not always hot! It's not!
It slows down, it cools down, it stops!
It stops! Yes stops, then it drops and
rolls and does not start back up!

But ice is not always cold! Oh no!
It goes low, it grows old, it flows!
It flows! Yes flows, then it molds and
will never again have the same glow!

But I am not always me! You see!
I can be anything, it seems, so easily!
With ease! Yes ease, but then I leave and
struggle to cope with who I've been,
and the things I've seen!

High in the mornings, high in the mornings;
I'm yawning throughout the day.

I'm going throughout the day with my
head in the clouds - not with my
head on the ground. I don't like
when my heads in that place.

Me - I'd much rather stand
out from the crowd, you always
have a clear way. Cloudy days
*** me out like nothing.

**** - I hope it doesn't rain,
but it might though.
It might just pour like hydro.
But I hope it doesn't stay.