Songs from the heart

my haven in the cold

This is the girl's perspective 20 years later from my song: I hate the weekends

God, I hate the snow
The skin-piercing cold
Children laughing, singing in the blue-white glow

I hate beautiful melodies
Rockabies like remedies
Cause they never had a home in my memories

But notes find a way
To grow in my brain
Like parasites that kill the numb by trying to escape

The same damn song every day:
La la la la la...

I used to pray for the sun
To defrost the town
When hell broke loose I had nowhere to run

But everybody wished for more
And soon the monster heard my song
It's been two decades but I still lock my bedroom door

And there was a boy
Who lived across the street
He used to think that he could set me free

Twenty years ago we danced to this song
Hope you're fine where you are
And by the sea, I hope you built a home
(Lalalala..)

You're with the right person now
I bet she's lovely too
I bet she has no ghosts that might come after you
(Lalalala...)

And for the longest time
I hated you for giving me
A chance to breathe
And see the world
Again in colors till
I had to crawl back to
The monster's nest
And watch it crumble
To my weakness

For the longest time
I hated you for filling me
With forlorn hope
that Skies would open
With him gone
But look at me
Look at this helpless mess

But you're the thing that kept me sane
Every weekend there was rain
Or snow or hail
Your mystic land, my haven in the cold

And I know the scars will never fade
I had to learn it the hard way
The marks remain
But so do you, buried in my soul

God, I hate the snow
The ominous cold
I never got to play in the blue-white glow