Pines

Dear,
Did it steal your soul away?
It just crossed my mind
I begin to cry
Where I used to play
Where I was a child
My, oh my, my, oh my

Life,
And growing miles above
But how a mind can ache
Colder to the touch
Long the winter stayed
Frozen by the thought
Lost in every spot again

Days same as the last one
'Til you're gone,
Hold out for the long run

Leaden tongue,
Riddlesome head and lungs,
To whittle away at him