Death of Hope

Don't close the windows yet
Can't we wait till 'morrow?
After the harshest wind, the bite of chill.....
Spring is sure to follow

Can't close the windows, still...
though, heart is in despair,
less of rights, more of wrongs....
hoping for that breath of fresh air

Have to close the window now,
My longing is frozen cold,
have waited for you, have yearned for you....
perhaps, spring has grown old.