Yuletide Sadness

Every year the winds get colder
Their screams cut like knives
Shadows follow my winter walks
Bitter voices carol the night
Dreams of days when the fire would warm me
You were there inside the flame
But you are gone and the years grow bitter
My soul is withered and wrapped with pain

Drifting in my fever there's sadness
Calling me to come back home
Ghosts that dance inside my head
Forever chill that haunts my bones
Dreams of nights where the world seemed alive
That there was time to catch my fall
But I am left with that Yuletide sadness
Where songs weep and shadows crawl

The ghosts of Christmas past
Dead friends and lovers lost
The ghosts of December last
One by one you pay the cost
The ghosts of Christmas present
They are clawing at your skin
The ghosts of Christmas future
The hand of grief will always win