Jan 2019
Here I stand.
In the snowy ground
My cheeks are red
My legs are stiff
To cold to speak, to move
How long must I wait
For you return?
A day, a month, or two?
But here I am
And here I wait on you —
In the snowy ground
My cheeks are red
My legs are stiff
To cold to speak, to move
How long must I wait
For you return?
A day, a month, or two?
But here I am
And here I wait on you —
