Against the Wind

Walking through the cold city A man seeks warmth All the stores are closed now The air is bitter and the wind cuts him like a knife He walks down a side street stopping in front of a large building which cuts off the wind He yearns for some hot coffee or coco Persisting, he braves the elements, find his way to his place Soon a kettle is on the boil and lights are shining In the winter time of our souls we must seek warmth or perish