...

It’s far too cold

Inside and outside

Oh please

Would you turn on the heating?

Turn the strings of your guitar

Into my veins and make your melodies

Flow fast, and lift me up

Sing me a song

Of carefree times

Sing me

A tale about salvation

Turn your soft, quiet voice

Into a blanket for my soul

And wipe my fears away

As wind blows away dust

Please reminisce

For now with me

Show me

Old photographs of life

Come and find the rays of sun

And illuminate my thoughts

And tell me there is more

For me in this odd quest.

~

...yeah, I know it's half past three in the morning again.