Can't You Hear My
Sobbing Heart?
Oh! how I long to fit
into this heavenly atmosphere,
To walk on untrodden snow
which is something rare
in where I live.
Reminding me the tales
Of winter Lands
I heard in my grand ma's
lap.
The house coated with
white,
soothes my tired eye
sight.
The horse waits ready
to pull you to etenity.
Oh! how I long to fit
into this heavenly atmosphere,
where I can stroll in the
floor
of crispy, crunchy snow,
to be exposed to all
elements
or walk in the dark woods
behind the house;
or sit under the tree
reading a book
of Daphne Du Maurier's,
covering my head
with a scarf.
Oh! how I long to fit
into this heavenly atmosphere,
let my toes feel
the tingling cold of the
brook
and watch they turn blue;
or to rub my palms
together
and make myself warm,
to open the windows and
let
the chilly wind seeeps in.
Oh! Can't you hear my
sobbing heart?
Can't you hear my sobbing
heart?
