Winters Blues

here comes the winter trees laid bare as cold winds blow mulled wine and burning fires children playing in the snow so now its winter same old thing year after year homeless beging for salvation is this realy christmas chear isnt somthing missing is there somone missing out baron wastelands ice and snow robin red breast i dont know through the blizard of mistakes and pain this time next year again again someday ill look up in my conciousness repay my debts a human life is concequence to redeem and cry out no more is there somthing missing is there somthing missing me