Deutschlande

Gone are those nights so long ago,
Where the air was spiked with the bitter cold,

Strolling along the streets of town,
I discovered a comfort never once found,

At home is what I felt with the sky above head,
Grey was its color and snowflakes its bed,

No stars to wish upon, no moon shine bright,
This was OK though because the streets were full of light,

“Guten Nacht”,”Wie Gehten Sie?” was the words they once said,
Now I alone hear these and they make my heart feel dead,

Squish, Squash, a slip here or there,
Snowballs thrown from the balconies onto my stiff spiked hair,

Gone are those nights so ever long ago,
Where the air was frigid, but my heart was never cold….