Cold, freezing night,
frozen heart,  shivering lights,
I open the old wooden box in the attic,
to find my old, ragged blanket.

Years back, it held me fine,
covered from head to toe, my innocent mind,
shielding me from the cold lone nights,
it held me warm, it held me tight.

Now, I have grown tall,
outgrew the autumn leaves and fall,
my legs sheltered no more,
in freezing cold, it holds me warm no more.

Did I age or the blanket grew short?
'Cause, I lay exposed of my heart cold,
the little warm laughter lost,
growing up has made me cold.
my innocent blanket holds me no more!