As I walk right through the mist
Distant faces jump out at me
Calling out to hold my hand
Seeing me and embracing me
Out of the crowd one face stands out
Not a word, nor a smile
Just a face like cold hard tile,
But in her eyes just then I saw
A look of love and of faith a look gone too soon to know
Why she looked at me so
Too soon to know why she came
Was she there or am I insane
A look of warmth like I’d never known
Who was she now, why was she there?
Why my breath did she ensnare?
And now I return back to my cave
Where love not permeates, only hate
Cold, and low, it’s freezing back there,
But, now i know i will survive
For now i know
A breath so rare
A warmth so deep, like I’d never known
Warmth so warm that’s found nowhere
I’ll come again, will you be there?
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