sitting in the corner
all alone huddled
the cold air blows
cooling those frozen shadows
all alone huddled
the cold air blows
cooling those frozen shadows
this life is not for long
war shall be over with any wrong
while loath silently screams like a song
tipping toes all around
any second one man's down
to leave or to drown
is that even a choice in town
never enough
all efforts poofed in a puff
only the bad will be remembered
save the good for december
back in the corner
an empty shell
both mourned
and the mourner