• I breathe the cold air in November
    sit by myself and think;
    Ponder the purpose to living
    and why one should smile without delight?
    Gaze at the icy snow in December
    away from the world I shrink
    Realizing the joy that I'm missing
    Forgetting a world so bright.

    Deep in my mind I stay
    Isolated from the world outside
    I keep to my heart loved ones now gone
    and in my mind the sad song goes on.
    I sing my sad song each day
    and look to a darkening sky.
    I cling to what's left of my sanity
    and hope to be saved from insanity.