The night is cold
and dense with mist,
a heavy heart is lost
and stranded.
Twas faith or
chance that brought
you here to bring
my soul to ransom.
I shiver with worry
for your despair,
oh infant child
forced to rapidly grow.
Not injured flesh
shall give you respite,
for cruelty is not humane
and pain does not heal pain.
I wander through heavens doors
alas, that prayers may be heard
and troubles pass.
I will be hoping,
at dawn\'s first light,
your safety to keep,
through the cold
winter\'s night.