Good afternoon, Gentlemen. Another fine afternoon
A bit cold, maybe, but we're durable folk, are we not?
Perhaps a brisk walk. Somewhere close. Somewhere familiar, yet inspiring
Somewhere the sun touches
God, how I miss the sun
I've seen wounds inspire
I've seen scars get old
Never seek the fire
Try to dodge the cold
Warmth drifts overhead here
You lie down and wait
Everything deserts you
You're left alone with your hate