Spinning Head

As the music is playing My head is spinning The notes of the guitar Seem to pierce deep inside Wrapping its icy grip Around my heart And tug tug On my heart strings As I sit alone in the dark With the cold air of winter That drifts through the cracks Cracks of the house I imagine a better time A better place in my life A time when the sun was shining Down on me and warm smiles The warm smiles of summer Were all around I guess that's why The expression is fair weather friends When the storm brews In the distance The first sound of thunder They scatter and leave one alone Alone as you were at the start In the end we're all alone And no one will ever be standing by us Just us and our maker (This is not mine but my grandson who lives with me and suffers from depression. His name is Cody Waldrop.)