Alone in the house that I built
The door nailed closed behind me
Autumn winds came and went and is here again
Rattling the window shutters
Crying over my solitude
It sent the leaves falling
Hoping to lure me outside to view the naked trees
Then came the thunderstorms at night
The wind howling at my door
Crying over me all over again
Ignoring the outside world
The morning fog blinded my vision
Alone in this house that I built
A fortress around my heart
The sun now completely cold
The pain marching out one after the other
Left to die in the frozen brook
I ask fate for nothing
A fate I am willing to change
My safe haven from the storm
Alone in this house that I built
Surrounded by my thoughts now clear
The high walls slowly coming down
When spring arrives I will be ready to live again
The wailing of winter’s thunderstorms
Will continue after I am gone...
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