• The cold outside is crippling
    And shelter, there is none
    I watch the ocean rippling
    Until the day is done
    The stars, too dim to see
    No sound for miles to hear
    I wrap my arms around me
    And wish that you were near
    The wind whispers your name
    Your face is in the clouds
    My mind is playing games
    You're nowhere to be found
    A soft voice in the distance
    Calls, "Come forth," I did so
    I hold you in an instance
    Refusing to let go