Hale Strider

Cold

 

My lungs fill and exhale

I stand and rotate

No one understands how Cold

No one understands how my head stills

 

How can there be a cure for the unknown

Gathered from inconclusions

Drawn from emptiness

I need a solution that gives me happiness

 

Doctor, can you tell me what’s wrong?

What “cure” will I receive?

What wrong conclusion will you make?

I need a solution to make me alive

 

I want to feel what others feel

I need to feel Love

I need Forgiveness

I need Comfort and Touch

 

Come a Little Closer

You will not find what you need

You will find what I need

For I cannot give you want and need

 

The Cold cannot be driven away

Only locked away