Winter December

At twilight I start,
All mirrors blurred,
Put on some cream and
Finally we march,
The journey is long,
We are strong,
Get some air and
Make some more,
There are thorns,
Singing bad songs,
High on water,
And such a bore,
The camera clicks,
Everything is stored,
Lets move on now,
Don't get stuck on thorns,
No peace, no rest,
And the speed breaks up,
Everything is lost,
Winter makes me cold,
Violence makes me bold,
We make peace,
Take different ways,
We can talk tomorrow,
Or never again,
Wish I had said it back then...

better than most attempts. Lose the rytheming and find so more unusual words for some of the lines.