Cold Soul
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
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