In winter days I long for warmth, to fly

A kite early in the morn. To find a place in the sun to

Smile all the bad days gone. For summer sunsets

 Full of fun, but here I am in the cold yearning for a hand

  To hold.

 Oh how I wish to be a bird to fly to days

  Full of warmth but here I stay far away

 from summer sunsets and pretty days.

  Far from his loving glance his brightest smile, and

  His warm hand. Oh how I wish to be with him

  To smile at his childness, but he is gone and I am

  Here far away never to touch again. Oh how I hate the cold

  For it is sorrow through and through.

 In this shack I do stay yearning for a hand to hold.