The wild winds weep and the nights are cold,
The lonlely beggar has no place to go.
The single mother sits with a coat so old,
Tears of bad decisions running down her face on that lonely road.
I, lost and faraway in thots slowly sigh and ponder,
How on earth could this be, i wondered.
Then i realised that on that lonely road,
It is true it must be so.
Cos joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
And when all this we rightly know,
Safely thru the world we'll go.