Without
Where is the sun in the winter snow
when the storm comes and the wind blows
where is the warmth in the growing cold
when the hail falls and the light folds
where is the sky that once seemed so clear
when the thunder comes and lightning flares
where is the star that once burned so bright
when the darkness falls leaving me out of sight
where is the meadow in the blackened smoke
when the fire comes and the air chokes
where is the flower in the pouring down rain
when the peddles fall to my empty pain
where is the heart that once held hope
when the passion fades and i am left to cope
where is the love that once was so great
when the world crumbles and i am left to fate
does it matter where it is
when it's not here to help me live
the wind blows the lightning flares
the air chokes and no one cares
Copyright © Steven Winiarski | Year Posted 2005
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