November I had you to hold
Now December feels so cold...

To my dear Thomas
Tonight I make a promise...

I open my eyes softly to see
All the colours in front of me...

I wait, wait, and continue to wait
I'm waiting for you and I continue to wait...

Little candle burning bright
In the coldest part of night...

You think people step on you
I ask you is this really true...

(This is a poem about a creature I made up like...
Feline features, ears and tail...

Give me a home among the rumtrees
With lots of gold please...

My weakened angel, I hold so tightly
You're life is taken oh so lightly...

When I see you're smile from thinking of me
I can't help but cry tears you cannot see...

Think back when you talked to me
And how close we used to be...

You're still walking but feel like falling
You're healthy and yet you're crawling...