Winter Chill of Loneliness

Verse 1

Standing tall and looking regal,

Beauty in her bearing too,

Savannah has a home and family,

And a faithful friend or two.

She has strength to hold convictions,

She has everything, it seems,

Yet deep within her heart she's haunted—

Something's missing from her dreams.

Chorus

Why in the midst of Eden do I hurt?

Why, being married, am I tempted to flirt?

Why, when it seems I have everything,

Does something feel so wrong?

Like a lone wolf on a solitary hill,

I could howl through the night until

The midnight woods hear the aching sound

Of the winter chill of loneliness.

Verse 2

Some days she wears her smile

Like well-placed lipstick on her face,

A practiced art she learned years ago

To keep hidden feelings in their place.

The precise part in her thick brown hair

Shows how carefully she prepares,

Pares her needs into compartments,

So no one sees the load she bears.

Chorus

Why in the midst of Eden do I hurt?

Why, being married, am I tempted to flirt?

Why, when it seems I have everything,

Does something feel so wrong?

Like a lone wolf on a solitary hill,

I could howl through the night until

The midnight woods hear the aching sound

Of the winter chill of loneliness.

Verse 3

Yet at odd, unguarded moments,

Often in the midst of a crowd,

Her liquid cares ooze to the surface,

And she feels what isn't allowed.

She wonders why, with home and family,

Her heart still longs for something more,

Why a soul can live surrounded

And still be lonely at its core.

Verse 4

If feelings could become sounds,

Her emotions would surely bound

Through the dark and midnight woods

To a lonely, solitary hill.

And there, still wanting a soul mate,

She would howl her hidden pain,

Incessantly and mournfully,

Again and yet again.

Final Chorus

Why in the midst of Eden do I hurt?

Why, being married, am I tempted to flirt?

Why, when it seems I have everything,

Is there something missing still?

Like a lone wolf on a solitary hill,

I could howl through the night until

The whole dark world could hear and feel

The winter chill of loneliness.

Outro

Something is missing,

Though no one else can see.

Savannah has almost everything—

But not what her heart needs.

And deep inside she often feels

What she cannot quite conceal:

The cold, cold winter chill

Of loneliness.