Come In From the Cold
I feel like I’m in the wilderness, deep in the woods.
I would try to find my way back if only I could.
The lines on my face are growing quite bold.
A voice inside says, come in from the cold.
It took many years to get to where I am now.
I know if I can I shall make it somehow.
I listen and hear all the stories I’m told.
A voice inside tells me. come in from the cold.
I look and see this puzzle that’s in so many pieces.
With each step I take a new piece releases.
I try to buy back the soul that I once sold.
A voice inside sighs, come in from the cold.
I try to find answers yet see there are none.
Today I shine brightly as I stand in the sun.
I put down some cards in the hand that I hold.
A voice inside cries, come in from the cold.
I just close my eyes and slip off to a dream
I look for salvation but what does this mean?
Another year passes yet another year old,
A voice inside says, come in from the cold.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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