Slain by Winter Knights,
Warmth lost in snow,
Green turned to silver-white.
Frozen tears of ice
Wash the Sun away.
Skies of cotton white and baby blue
Fade to dark and dreary shades of grey.
Memories from beneath the old oak,
And of the tire swing over the stream,
Seem so far away and misty
Like the remnants of a dream.
Your love no longer brings me light,
Only cold and hollow pain.
So I cast your heart aside and wait
For the one who brings upon me the joy of Spring again.