Is Love Alive...?

I keep listening to the winter song,
Hoping things will start to make sense...
The storm is coming soon they say,
And so I wonder, will we survive the storm?

Sipping on this ginger tea, hoping the cold will get better,
My frozen heart keeps getting worse... yet somehow it still beats.
Hoping you could heal the pain within,
Yet with each touch I feel you getting colder...

They say you are here now, and that’s what matters
But what is the point if you know that tomorrow you won’t be here,
For a cry for help is what you have always heard...
Her cry for help so to say...
“Wolf...Wolf...!” she calls out...

How long before you realise what is before you,
How long before you realise what she has turned to,
How long before you realise who you have become?
With the hope slowly dying out, maybe one day you will...

They ask why I would want to walk,
Well they have never been in my shoes....late at night...with the devil as a friend
They say if you do feel anything then you’d know,
Well, If love is alive then maybe it is a lie...

Slowly sinking into the winter,
I know summer is coming after the storm...
Hoping I can keep this love alive,
Because then, everything was a lie...