My dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verse
Monday, March 30, 2015
His December
© 2013 Mark Cote
She was his December
she faded from his life
no longer his girl
could never be his wife
a cold he'll remember
not like sweet falling snow
now walking alone
no season where to go
(chorus) oh... oh, oh oh he surrenders
oh... oh, oh oh his December
in the 12th of the night
he gave up the fight
oh... oh, oh oh his December
let the winter winds blow
empty heart won't make a sound
a love that is lost
words cannot be found
his year now is over
turn the worn yellowed page
her ink now has dried
and so now have his days
(chorus)
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