Its on street corners that the wind bites the cruelest
Its in my mind that my pain is the greatest
My life so unique
In my understanding of the pain I lift my chin up high
I see the beautiful stars
I walk with a home to return to
a place to stop the cold from my skin
In the same air I know ill soon be out of
I walk until I see them
Curled on the ground
On an entry way they will likely be kicked out of
How dare I shiver
I see now that humility is begging for my hand in marriage
But I can't
You see
I'm trying to keep my hands warm
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
Its on street corners that the wind bites the cruelest
Its in my mind that my pain is the greatest
My life so unique
In my understanding of the pain I lift my chin up high
I see the beautiful stars
I walk with a home to return to
a place to stop the cold from my skin
In the same air I know ill soon be out of
I walk until I see them
Curled on the ground
On an entry way they will likely be kicked out of
How dare I shiver
I see now that humility is begging for my hand in marriage
But I can't
You see
I'm trying to keep my hands warm
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