A cold winter morning Anticipation of welcoming cherish One that will bring me home, Where brick and flame mesh as one A familiar warmth Clutching what's left, While I fear the empty night sky For which it wails for company I submit myself to the unfamiliar blood A blood that sees no need for warmth The familiar frigid winter returns A creaking wooden floor, Filled with eyes I wish could convey love Side by side, yet nothing My heart turned to stone Only by a fading window's view, Can I feel your warmth again.