The frost-bitten air of a windless night
Acts as my refuge from your song
That sings to my forgotten soul,
Forgotten by all except by you.
On this ashen path, I walk the night.
The cold, I hope, shall cure this blight
As it has encased my soul so long
Too long since I have been whole,
Whole to you, who I walk from and to.
In this fashion, I walk the night.
The icy chill that blinds my sight
Is that which I, for now, belong
Far gone from your love's sweet toll,
A toll where no more fees are due.
From this passion, I walk the night.
For the breeze of autumn began my plight
Whispering to me all I have done wrong
Rending my heart with this tragic stroll,
A stroll that tells the story true.
From these actions, I walk the night.
Perhaps the spring leaves might set me right
And I may find a worthy way back to your song
That sings the end to my sorry woe
The woe that may bring me back anew.
For you, I shall no longer walk the night.