When the heart grows cold,
A small act of love,
Can reopen the heart's many chambers.

Like a cloth washed anew,
Care can break the winters dark oratory,
The gloom seemingly small in comparison,
The sun shines on,
As the  friendship grows deeper.

Who will close the shutters on my dark mood?
Who will raise a melancholy mood,
With a simple 'it's going to be ok'?
Who will do this...
Oh, anyway...

The numb heart requires more,
Than just words alone.
A soothing salve,
Is the cool hand to my fevered brow,
When the world takes it's toll,
And my health declines.
Oh how blessed am I,
To have friends so dear.