Cold
Coming in from the cold,
Is like crawling back through death.
The icy confines seem like home.
And you get used to the nonchalance
You so despise in others. But it must be done.
The phoenix can rise from trial by fire.
The susceptible fool must bind the heart
In sturdy leather folders of un despair.
Tender was the night,
Tender was the night,
Falling through a blizzard
Of endless white and disappearing stars.
Forgotten is the day,
Forgotten is the day.
Lock your front porch
And hide inside till the snow subsides
Till the rivers remember to find their way.
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