So Comes the Snow

I’m a private man; I’ve always been alone

A solitude of self is all that I’ve ever known

All the pain that I’ve inflicted

From a heart so tight constricted

Never once did I intend for you, to reap what I had sown

I’m a quiet man; I’ve lived my life with fear

The certitude of my own thoughts is all I ever hear

From the chance that I neglected

From a past that I rejected

Never once did I intend for you, to shed a single tear

Sorry doesn’t seem to fit

Forgive me don’t take half of it

The tragedy’s that you will never know

Come the winter …

So comes the snow.

I’m a simple man; I’ve tilled the fields of grain

Planted seeds of discontent to harvest what remains

In the waning yield of autumn

Came the crop that hit rock bottom

So I sit alone and watch the dust that swirls in sad refrain

Sorry doesn’t seem to fit

Forgive me don’t take half of it

The tragedy’s that you will never know

Come the winter

So comes the snow