They say it’s cold outside,
But my heart is colder.
The days are long and dark,
Of death getting bolder.
What light of love is left,
Cherished deep in my heart?
What light of love is kept,
Tearing me all apart?
For so all is given,
And so all is taken.
Can God be forgiven,
Love dead and awaken?
Pray not my love to die,
If only I knew why…