A silent wind was screaming,

One past December day,

As I lay awake dreaming,

Of what I couldn't say.

And of what I hold so dear,

And what I have lost.

What I wanted to hold so near,

No matter what the cost.

So I stare off into the pain,

And into places long gone past.

Times when I felt again the same,

And times that couldn't last.

Remember how I was then,

And how she hurt me so,

I now remember how and when,

I felt love, she'll never know.

What I say here,

It is what I hold true.

It is what I hold so near,

Pray it doesn't happen to you.