I'm only 14 so no harsh criticism please 
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The melancholy blow
of winters long ago
send a mocking tone
that makes the wind moan
because December clouds have grown
and I have no one to hold on to
To keep me in place; to keep me in tune
and I have nothing to look down to
Always looking up to those who refuse
and I have no joys to feel
no hopes, no worries, no lies to conceal
no reason to live or try to feel real
and I have nothing to give you
The menacing sigh
of winters gone awry
sends the airy sky
through my wind chimes
reminding me its Christmas time
and I have no one to hold on to
To keep me in place; to keep me in tune
and I have nothing to look down to
Always looking up to those who refuse
and I have no joys to feel
no hopes, no worries, no lies to conceal
no reason to live or try to feel real
and I have nothing to give you...
. The melancholy blow
of winters long ago
send a mocking tone
that makes the wind moan
because December clouds have grown
and I have no one to hold on to
To keep me in place; to keep me in tune
and I have nothing to look down to
Always looking up to those who refuse
and I have no joys to feel
no hopes, no worries, no lies to conceal
no reason to live or try to feel real
and I have nothing to give you
The menacing sigh
of winters gone awry
sends the airy sky
through my wind chimes
reminding me its Christmas time
and I have no one to hold on to
To keep me in place; to keep me in tune
and I have nothing to look down to
Always looking up to those who refuse
and I have no joys to feel
no hopes, no worries, no lies to conceal
no reason to live or try to feel real
and I have nothing to give you...