I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow flowers and butterflies in summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autums that there were with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and dream of how the world could be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see! For still there are so many things That I have never seen in every wood in every spring there is a different green I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago and people who will see a world that I shall never know I sit beside the fire and dream of the great inmortal night with every tear and every cry remember the cold nights Never seen this light before Great fire without a light Darkness burns in me Will I ever see the night again I do not longer care I just want to leave this world My hope is almost dead Fire take my soul My cold hands hold the tears-long forgotten by time I awake in this neverending dream I hear your hopeless voice- that screams from the beyond Please don't leave me I will be forever by your side...