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
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