Frost over the dreams,

left outside to wilt and die,

illusion coming apart at the seams,

only icy tears left to cry.

Draw the blinds, shut the door,

cold winter wind is coming,

take your feet off the cold floor,

and just keep on flying.

Keep on dreaming, despite the world,

but remember this, hear,

wrap yourself up well,

because the winter is here.

Indeed this is the winter,

the world is wrapped in cold,

but don’t dare falter,

go on, be bold.

Light a fire, open the gate,

let them come in to cuddle up to you,

in a world full of hate,

some things are still nice and true.

And maybe, one day,

your fires might melt the snow,

and you’ll wake up not grey,

but bathed in the sun’s glow.

Hope now and dream,

every winter has a spring,

as dark as it may seem,

a new dawn time will bring.