It has gotten oh so cold,
Makes my bones feel very old,
Keeps me shivering through the night,
That’s because not all is right.
But the cold runs very deep,
From all the secrets I’ve had to keep.
If I let those secrets out,
I would have to shout – look out!
So I keep the cold within,
Fighting a battle I’ll never win.
No, don’t look at me too close,
Then comes the pain, a great big dose.
– van –