That Winter's Tale

"Winter’s Tale" - A Song of Betrayal and Rediscovery

Set against the quiet chill of a Bangalore December, this piece tells the story of a young woman who, for the first time, let her guard down, only to be met with betrayal. Written in the rhythm of a song, it captures the fragile beauty of trust, the sting of abandonment, and the fierce resolve to rise again. It’s a journey through cold endings and the warmth of self-discovery.

Verse 1

He couldn’t believe, someone loved him so,
A heart laid bare, but he let it go.
Played his games, kept his cards down low,
Then threw out names in a cruel little show.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Verse 2

He chased the cash, he chased the fame,
But his empty heart just fed the flame.
A victim’s mask, his favourite game,
While I fell apart, drowning in pain.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Bridge

His ammo’s gone, his lies run dry,
Still, he plays the saint, with a tearful cry.
But I’ve seen it all, I know the sky,
I’ve found my wings; it’s time to fly.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Outro

So here I stand, no chains, no pain,
The sun breaks through after all the rain.
He can keep his games, his lies, his fame,
I’ve found myself; I’m whole again.

Comments

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