2003-12-22 - 9:00 a.m.
Thoughts of Being Warm
In a trance from a distant voice
that seems all at once to be
as far away as the dreams that fade away
and closer than all I see The words I hear
should spawn forth some pain
Yet I won't fall
'till you leave again The desert flowers start to shiver in their glee
At some great approaching storm
The fire burns, and only ashes will remain
and the thoughts of being warm Her sunset voice
soothes the wounds I've bled
I won't forget
'till the sky falls dead Though this may never come again
I'll reach out anyway
The future may turn cold again
I'll burn for just one day
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