Middle Of Winter

[Guest guest]

In the middle of winter its easy to see

the walls closing in on little old me.

So its up and its off to the great unknown

and its into an ocean of stars I'm thrown.

In a whirl and a twirl I flee to the sky

Don't ask me how, can't tell you why.

I get lost in the blue of the ocean deep.

where there's so much water, my eyes can't weep.

I laugh and I sing and I jump and I run

and I end up standing on the sun.

There's to much sadness down below,

to make It a place I want to go.

So I'll take my kit and roam the stars,

I'd like to see what's out past Mars.

And if ever I miss the sparkling dew,

I'll pause a while and think of you.

Mace