• December brings a change of moods a lifeless moon a somber tune
    December has a lasting view of a wilted flower that never bloomed
    December is a fogotten child a misplaced treasure never found

    star bright night light rays down on your grave tonight
    Feasts brought sitting sorted tears forgotten on the floor
    Poor the wine destroy the life left in my heart take the knife

    I will always love you
    Till my end of days
    You left me lonely so quickly
    I only wish you stayed

    Snow is a gentle brush a silent hush an end of days
    Time melts like the snow a swirlling mass of blood to flow
    Stone is your rough embrace cold to my face your final resting place