I'll show you the cold of a Monday morn,
When Winter's face on panes adorn.
Across this land a creeping mist,
And blizzards of hail. Like an iron fist.
I'll show you the cold of a lover's scorn,
That recurring scene of love forlorn.
From burning frost searing deep within,
To the anger that feels like such a sin.
I'll show you the cold in the hearts of men,
The apathy and greed, defiant to the end.
Those cynics of mistrust, and petty fools,
Those who discard others, like useless tools.
I've shown you the cold of the world today,
What can you do? What can you say?
Go into the world dear boy, go forth!
And look for the sun,
May it bring you some warmth.













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