Here I am alone and sadness graphs me again,
In silence, I listen to the tune of pain.
As the hours of darkness shade my surrounding,
I conceal myself away from everything.
Unwanted... I was defeated by this grief,
Deaf in the tone of belief.
Heart begins to fall apart; I cannot break free,
As the cold begins to embrace me.
I thought I have nothing to gain,
Then, I seem to hear those songs again.
Joy knock at my doorstep, giving me a tone of hope,
Warm my soul; Giving me a chance to cope.
Finally, you're home and once again, I hear you sing,
In this cold winter night, you give me spring.
Now we're dancing in the music of Maytime in this December night.
Jr.
