From the Woods to the City

Winter breeze, winter trees,
It's all so cold,
This winter, this winter,
Feels so old.

The coldness makes me feel old and full of dread,
So many thoughts going through my head.

So many tears, so many fears,
So many memories through the years.

I try to reach out for the stars,
In the clouds I see cars.

The cars remind me of the city where I'm from,
Memories of nights in the park drinkin rum.

Things are much different from the city to the woods,
My life becomes a bunch of ifs and coulds.