Winter’s Sin

WINTER’S SIN

Snow falls on mountain hills
In valley’s cold and towns
Small children cry with frozen bones
No food, no bed, no home

They fill the world this winter’s night
Fighting to stay alive
A long hard night a prize for those
As a gift to those who survive

Still some will fall to death’s torment
To no longer live alone
A Christmas present their release
For their final journey home

So spare a thought this Christmas time
For life’s not all hope and cheer
Many souls will lose their life
Never to see New Year