Cold
There's the chilly airHere are my frigid handsBelow I see my freezing toesMy slouching body squealsThere's a hunger in meA thirst waiting to be quenchedA soul drenchedA warmth I wait to restThere's an unsettling feeling in meA wavering breeze that rises and fallsKeep it aliveI sought to keep it stillThere's a million holesA thousand ventilatorsThe rushing vapour so quicklySeeks its way inBut it's bright and cheeryI can see the leaves rustlingI can hear the leaves movingI can feel the sun shining Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 05:00 AM PST 0 • 1
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"There's the chilly airHere are my frigid handsBelow I see my freezing toesMy slouching body squealsThere's a hunger in meA thirst waiting to be quenchedA soul drenchedA warmth I wait to restThere's an unsettling feeling in meA wavering breeze that rises and fallsKeep it aliveI sought to keep it stillThere's a million holesA thousand ventilatorsThe rushing vapour so quicklySeeks its way inBut it's bright and cheeryI can see the leaves rustlingI can hear the leaves movingI can feel the sun shining..."