Wintry Touch
In the dead of night,_When stars shed a feeble light.__When truth rings of an unspoken lie,_A broken heart can make a grown man cry.__All feelings have turned to frozen things,_That's when the wind sounds like when the Banshee sings.__When all a man is and all that he knows,_Is swept away like the cold drifting snows.__Oh like wolfs that howl at the moon,_A man's life becomes a cold lonely tune.__A heart is broken and pain seems everything,Betrayal of love has a cold hurtful ring.__But only in the night when the wind howls at the eves,_Can one say love is like the deadness of leaves.__Oh only a broken heart makes a man feel so much,_Of a cold lonely nights wintry touch.
Copyright © Daniel Clark | Year Posted 2012
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