Dark mountains flash in front of my eyes as most br of the blue disappears from the sky's. br Then winter burrows itself into my brain as the dismal br cold days return again. The drab November where there br are only wind falls to reap, all is but faded as the garden br goes to sleep br The Christmas candle shows not a light in the hall and the br bows are not decked, there is nothing at all. No Christmas br Tree with the fairy folly, no misletoe and sprigs of holly. br Junk mail scattered all over the floor with weeds and ivy br growing up the front door. br I can remember the Christmases and the new years but br those were the days without any fears. Children laughing br and Auld Lang Syne, everything was perfect and so divine. br I will hang on to my memories as the cold bites in, just br praying for the day for a family to have within. br No one comes and no ones views, what of my hopes br just deverstation and blues. I am lost to the world with br no comfort of home, I am just a house forgotten and alone.