In the Cold of Your Heat

In the Cold of Your Heat By Linda Hays-Gibbs In the death of life we grow young With all the old songs sung We drown in the desert We are bound to nowhere Let us listen to silence In the cold of your heat In the peace of your violence When once we repeat Let the food of starvation Be a feast of deprivation We are lost for salvation We are starving in our abundance As we are at peace with our rants With an angel at one door and a Devil at the other We are sitting still in the dance Let the grown cry for a mother And let our enemy Be finally, a loving brother