The chill of your heart seeps through to my bones leaving me frigid
My heart is not wooden
I will not die while I’m living
I reach out craving the feeling of you
My hand falls through the empty dead space
dread fills my heart
Stop holding on so tight to hate
Just let yourself be held
aren’t you tired of running..
my arms can hold you still
fill you with meaning
It’s the simple things that
Create the good things
let my warmth thaw the frost surrounding you and
my love will wrap around your heart
Set those vagabond feet still
and wandering will be no more..