Cold Cost

[compton]

Outside, the leaves are falling
The wind is urging them away.
The Sun escapes, slowly crawling
As though ashamed to mark the day.
The wind has icy fingers
To caress the empty streets,
The stillness never lingers;
Winters heart never beats.

Inside, my soul is calling
For my Love - so far away.
My spirits hold is falling,
For this excessive price I pay.
My heart's in icy fingers,
Of lonliness solitude greets.
My smile never lingers;
Winters heart never beats.

Compton