Empty Branches

Gray is gray Cold is cold The beginning of winter The winters hold.... Empty branches Emptier hands Living but dying Without any plans Breathing; beating.... Seeing The best that you can?! Seeing Being This barren land.... Gray is gray Cold is cold The midst of winter Your growing old Drying rivers.... Drier eyes Another day closer To the end, of your time!? Time Closer.... To the cold, inside The dead of winter The death of a life The death in a world That is dying; they cry.... Gray is gray Cold is cold The end of winter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ........The winters, toll?!