Feels like it's winter, though the calender says may,
It's been dark and cold, inside and out, since you slipped away.
At least it's nice to know that the universe feels my pain,
For everyday without you, it's done nothing but rain.
The trees are tired of breathing, their leaves simply fall,
I'm sick of greiving, because without you, I feel so small.
It's funny how I miss you, together we built such walls,
And yet I can't let go, I still love you, after all.
When will I see spring? Will the clouds ever go?
Will the sun ever rise? How can it, when I feel so low?
Why were you taken from me? The answer, I don't know,
What was once, now lost, lies covered in eternal snow,
And oh how I miss you, I miss you really bad,
I wish that I could see you again, I know that I can't.
And I keep recalling, all the good times that we have had,
When will I see spiring? Without you, the world is sad.
