A cold wind blows across the land ,
it cuts with an icy chill,
cuts to the bone,
slices through to the spirit,
leaves us so vulnerable,
leaves us thinking we are all alone.
Shivering and shaking,
will we ever again be warm,
is there ever going to be a time,
when we do not feel the chill within our bones,
will we ever find our way back home
back into the arms of love
back into the warmth of the heart.
fauxcroft 
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