North for the Winter

I who hath wings, to fly to many places

can clearly hear migration's call

Yet I turn away, betray the sky's arrows

My choice that will let instinct fall

Fall to the cold

Cold, from they go to seek warmer pleasures

They heed autumn's warning

To south they have fled

I long for the way, yet I turn around

And on icy cold wings I head north for the

winter

Dark is the snow under chilling gray moonlight

Wind strips the down from my wings

Lonely and scared, as a new hunger finds me

This may be the last time I sleep

Hope I can dream

Dream of a place my friends have all entered

Warm and alive, to there I could fly

Yet here I will stay, and still I do wonder

My choosing, not calling is north for the winter

I could turn around, leave this vast prison

empty the days I have, will be no more

I stay! Oh why do I stay?

Away! Please take me away!

Home is my winter

The day they find me is the day I won't see!

Last are the days that I will remember

Cold and alone, time knows when I'll die

Same is the sun that pales on this winter,

Also shines brightly on lands of the warm

Far from my home