IT'S GROWN COLD
It’s grown cold outside
And streets get empty too
And rain seems to be like ice
There is no mistake
But we got it wrong
And every single day
Looks to me unfinished
And silence is your friend
Is your birth
Is your burden
Easy things to do
These moments of subtle fear
They never go really far
But what else can we do
Then awaiting our spring
Winter will be hard.
