In the bleak mid winter
when Pandora\'s box has closed it\'s lid on hope
The barren trees have cried their red and yellow tears
and stand skeletal on the frigid slope
The robin dips his frozen little head
in vain attempt to shelter from the gale
The leaden clouds which brood in winter skies
bring forth their spew of freezing snow and hail
In the black and unforgiving night
it\'s only love can guide us to the light.