It is warmer today,
but I'm freezing cold,
this feeling gets old,
by the day by day.
Where is the fire,
that once burned,
and kept my heart
oh, so warm.
Is this the way that
love comes and goes?
One day, you're walking
through fire, to have and
to hold.
The next, you're finding out,
you're in it alone,
and always were.
