It's cold outside

It was cold in my heart,

It was a lonely house,

With dreams covered in dust.

The music that played,

Was hope that beat with a faint pulse.

You knocked at my door,

I had no desire to answer.

You looked into my heart

through the dark window,

That kept the sun from shining in.

It was cold in my heart,

I sat beside a cold fireplace,

My spirit could not ignite the flame.

You walked in from the woods,

With firewood in one arm and a warm cover in another.

You showed a heart that promised to light the fire,

Gentle hands that promised to strum the cord of my heart,

And play the rhythm of my soul.

I let you stay a while,

When you placed the cover over my shoulders,

When you laid the wood in the fireplace,

When you turned on turned on the kettle, for a cup to warm my blood.

I gave up my key,

and let you move in to my heart.

Then I closed my eyes,

So that I could dream again, 

But you took the cover,

And pulled the wool over my eyes,

And lit a fire to burn my dreams.

You held my key,

And changed the locks,

I could not get out,

no one could come in,

Little red riding hood,

Closed in a cupboard.

Gratel, lost in the woods.

Rapanzel, locked up in a tower.

Snow White in a slumber.