The Hermit, The Outcast

As the days grow dark and stormy,

And the cold begins to set in,

I feel myself grow lonely,

And my thick skin start to thin...

I look out towards the horizons,

Of memories of summers passed,

As the day’s now dark and lonely,

I am a hermit, I am an outcast.

A friend in need is a friend indeed,

But with no friends in my midst,

I see the madman in front the mirror,

I still have him at least…

The dwindling days, the falling leaves,

The nights that grow ever longer,

The raindrop sky, the wind that blows,

Like my loneliness growing ever stronger...

I look around at the emptiness,

And I hope that it won't last,

For as the winter sings its song,

I am the hermit, I am the outcast...