Ditties of the Heart
I stood in the midst of my past
Wondering what it would be like if I were someone else
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
The call of winter brings me back to kinder days
Ditties of a heart turn gray
The shadows of a broken heart
Whisper newfound sorrow
Memoirs of Love no longer last
But linger in the depths of ancient skies
