December, December,
save me from the storm, to which I am sworn.
I am cursed with it's breath beseeched
upon my face.
It's cruel arm strikes, it shows me no grace.
December, December save me from the wind,
it hinders the air, it temps me, like a pure sin.
The winter is drastic this year, I can surely tell.
Instead of a white Christmas, we will have a earth
drowned in hell.
The storm will drown me up in it's snow,
I will disappear and no one will know,
except the light crystals above me. Save me.
December.
I want a fire of embers to burn down upon the world,
save every boy and every girl. Maybe then the snow will melt,
cause a drought or do something to our dieing world.
December, just save this girl. For on the inside I am dieing a
bitter-sweet death, the outside shows only me and the
solemn winter's breath.
