The night is quiet,
the moon illuminates the sky.
The snow gleams under the moonlight,
the icicles sparkle like diamonds.

I sit on the porch,
staring at the cloudless evening sky.
How could anyone ever make out the stars?
They all look the same through teary eyes.

The long Alaskan roads are barren on cold, wintry nights.
Every night is a cold, wintry night.
I wait for someone,
anyone,
to come mend this broken heart.

The tears in my eyes freeze as they fall down my cheeks.
The frigid wind whips against my face.
The rocking chair creeks as I wait,
and wait,
and wait.

To feel the warmth of you again,
in nights so cold, and black,
I would sin over and over again,
but for now I wait,
and wait,
and wait.