The winter is yet to come,
The heart is yet to be cold.
I'm warming my heart now,
In the cosy summer sunshine.
I'm getting prepared now,
To make my heart a mess when winter arrives.
The season of my heart changes very quickly,
One moment I feel the summer warmth,
The next I am dead cold,
Chills all over by body,
My heart shivers..
My thoughts numb..
I turn into mere rock!
I feel nothing and long for the weather to shatter my heart in fine pieces.
Finally when the winter is over
I pick those
And sculpt my heart
With some hope to live again,
To love again
To soak myself in the warmth of sunshine once again!
It's a cycle where I'm trapped..
It's a cycle of cold & mess.
So let me rejoice now
As the winter is yet to come again,
And the heart is yet to turn cold again!
