peace through the winter

Hope that lives on the back of winter
sees the glow through the cold so bitter
and though this home's under powdered sugar,
my Love's just a prayer away

I can't be sure where he's at, at the moment
and often, lies pay a visit to torment
but my peace rests in the ebbing torrent
of a plan that's bigger than my mind

I'm right here in my room getting older
and as I wait, time gets bolder
'till the day I rest my head on your shoulder
I'm waiting for you, Sport