Gloomy as the weather was my heart,
Alone was the cry of my soul.

Winter comes and goes,
But still was the heart cold and alone.

Smile was the first thought,
But cry was the truth.

Filled with negative self talk,
Oh soul, why so depressed?!

Deep thoughts and big dreams with no action,
What’s the purpose of it all?!

Handsome boys and coffee talks,
Haven’t we heard this story before?!

Winters come and go,
But still is the heart cold and alone.