Peter Broderick A Year Without Summer
This has been
A year without summer
A year with laughter
A year without you
A year shook by winter winds
A year of December
A year to remember
The summers we knew
This has been
A year of the killing frost
A year of the wandering lost
A year of pain
A year of summer rain
Stand at that window
With no one beside you
Walk through dark mirrors
Down streets of fear
Feel the seed of despair
Grow as weeds high inside you
Blooming in darkness
Nourished by tears
This has been
A year of the locusts
Whirling their wings inside mind
And eating my soul
Lеaving my fields bare
Darkening my summеr air
And here I stand
On the edge of nowhere
With nowhere to go
In the summer snow
