Cold Soul

Written by: Chris Smith

This cold morning chills me 

No warmth for my bones 

Just ice touches of misery 

Wind like a Banshee moans 

Bitter thoughts in my head 

No one to tenderly want 

I may be one of the undead 

This torment continues to haunt 

If only love comes my way 

Temptation to warm my soul 

Someone to share hope this day 

To let my emotions flow