Why must I wake up?
The air is dry.
The wind cuts thru to my bones.
I am blinded by the diffused light.
Why must I wake up?
January is cold.
Why must I wake up?
The warmth of this bed keeps me lying where I am.
My stiff body doesn't want to move.
Why must I wake up?
January is cold.
Why must I wake up?
I want to stay here, dreaming of Summers past.
Here remembering you with me, when we were together.
Here is where I belong.
Yet here is no more.
Why must I wake up?
January is cold.
