The wind moved past my face
I am on a bench on my favorite place
In my shirt and PJs and barefooted
My breath flew and the river's frosted
I was caught by a girl with her teddy
To ask me a question sounding so silly
"Aren't you feeling cold miss?"
I looked at her innocent eyes
And I said "No I'm not..."
"It's my heart that's cold"
She was so curious and unsatified
As a young one she asked me "Why?"
She won't understand but I'll tell somehow
"It's the weather so keep yourself warm..."