Cold


When the sun leaves no heat
How can we warm our hearts
If our minds lost the light
To the cold from the moon

So chant
To praise
And raise
The moon
Beyond

If that’s how it moves
With death to the flames
Then where is a man
To light up his child

He can’t
Because
He’s cold.

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