A Cold Dilemma

I’ve got to get away from here Well the whole town is painted white The artist is creating a nocturnal light And it’s bitter and cold here tonight The afflicting frost blankets over me It’s only tonight that I’ll be able to see Anything that I will and will not be Through the memories and miseries, I weave There are no stories left here for me to conceive And it’s only this night that I’ll be able to leave I take one last glance at the snow capped homes Feeling a sad, lonely chill tremble through my bones …A cold that almost burns And then my thought turns… Maybe I’ll just stay right here