Light filters through an open window,
And the glass shines on the floor below,
Raindrops cascade with sheets of snow,
The room now has a fading glow.
I am looking outside the open door,
there is someone I am waiting for,
but you will not come back here, no more.
All I have is a picture of you,
the mirrors we used to look into,
a letter with my name on it; is all that I can hold on to.
The wind blows in through the whispering rain,
Whistles on the window pane,
The rain will fall,
The snow will fall,
The wind will blow away,
I will sing songs to myself and loneliness who will stay,
Seasons forever; will be this way.
Soon the silent night will come,
The darkness gives its secret call,
And once again, holding back the pain,
I will look for you; in the shadows of midnight rain.