Wind.

He held me tight under the highway bridge.

I shook, and shook I did,

as he seemed to hold me tighter.

But, his efforts were no use for his icy kiss upon my nose

it stole my heat

Although as he cradled my body, it seemed caring and kind,

he didn't know the power he held

on my skin and on my mind.

Because you can't think when you're dying

and have no place to go

the only one who'll love you

is He,

the blowing wind you know.






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