Sweaty palms
Quaky knees...

Remember...
that kiss under the snowy sky...

The ringing phone
Brings a call of loss...

Echoing in the darkness
Through the blackest years...

How many times did I tell you before
Someday you were gonna walk out the door...

The deathly wind that sighs
and reaks of pain and anguish...

I'm not the kind of person
to wallow in self-pity...

Underneath the smoky veiled stars of night
I shiver as I wander the road of my memories...