Cold

the forest in my dreams is dark and dreary
and fairies float by, but they look so weary
i wonder when the sun will shine on their wings
but the new moon won't give up her space in the sky
no matter how many times we ask why
i want for the heat
but it seems the dark can't be beat
so i'll stumble through dark forests
looking for something that isn't cold
even when I grow old
and the sun is a distant memory