The very cold nights,

Hoping to find something I have been always

Wanting to find.

Searching everywhere I go,

Even reached up to the lakes snow.

It’s December,

the waters gone cold.

I feel this weird feeling,

Hoping I find something.

Time past, still no hope.

It’s gotten late, I think I need to go home.

But out of the blues, I see something,

Until I heard my alarm ringing.