The Cold Light

I watch the winter sky turning into grey,
The quiet morning wind takes my breath away.
They say that time can heal every hidden pain,
But I am standing here waiting in the rain.

In this cold light, I am moving fast,
Leaving the shadows of my heavy past.
No more pressure, no more dark control,
This golden rhythm is burning in my soul.

The book is open wide on the dusty floor,
I hear a distant sound at the wooden door.
The memories of you are falling like the snow,
This is the only way that I need to go.

In this cold light, I am moving fast,
Leaving the shadows of my heavy past.
No more pressure, no more dark control,
This golden rhythm is burning in my soul.