Walking down the alley
On a chilly December morning,
Few minutes after the sun shows up
Is absolutely blissful, heating up by the warmth of the morning sun.
The lights of the streets, still flickering a faint shimmer, and my heart beating a pace or two faster
The fog covers me round, unable to see around
Oh! How I wish you would be by my side
Holding my hands a bit much tight,
The bushes have turned white
With an overnight snowfall ride, frozen were my fingers as it missed the touch
The touch of warmth, was just not around
I had to search a million times, but unable was I,
But happy tho,
To walk down the alley on this December morning, all alone...