In the Woods
There were times that I’d be walking
In the whispering woods at night,
And the snow was glomping softly off the trees.
The stars would glimmer and they’d shiver,
As my heart searched for respite,
And the cold would make me sniffle, drip, and sneeze.
I often went a-walking
When you wouldn’t hold me tight,
And I walked a monstrous awful lot indeed.
Often times I wondered,
And I cursed my loveless plight:
I thought of where my lonely life would lead.
It’s a common misconception,
When the future’s looking bright,
That smiles are all genuine and free.
But the frozen woods have taught me
When I walk alone at night
That the light that dazzles you? It isn’t me.