Winter's Lovely Slay

Walking alone through a town of faith

Watching the hearts bundle beneath the tress

Feeling left aside, no love to feel, no smile to give, no heart to heal

Lights brightening as carols feeds into one's soul

But loneliness dies into mind

A heart see's the cries

Welcoming a soul to be free, a heart opens to a soul of doubt

Snow leaks down, as a smile is not a frown

Wrapped around gifts and songs of day

A soul feels useful in a winter's lovely slay