I sit by the fire
And think of all I've known;
While I envy the ground that's dryer,
Than my bleeding heart of stone;
Some days I feel colder,
Than the winter air around me;
And feel the crushing weight of a boulder,
With no way of breaking free;
I no longer have any hope
Of getting out of this on my own;
If only someone would help me cope
So I wouldn't feel so alone;
In the very end,
I know what I truly desire;
Of having a companion,
Who will also sit by the campfire;
I sit by the fire
And stare at the embers;
Thinking of all I desire
On that cold night of December.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
I sit by the fire
And think of all I've known;
While I envy the ground that's dryer,
Than my bleeding heart of stone;
Some days I feel colder,
Than the winter air around me;
And feel the crushing weight of a boulder,
With no way of breaking free;
I no longer have any hope
Of getting out of this on my own;
If only someone would help me cope
So I wouldn't feel so alone;
In the very end,
I know what I truly desire;
Of having a companion,
Who will also sit by the campfire;
I sit by the fire
And stare at the embers;
Thinking of all I desire
On that cold night of December.
