Standing in the yard

My breath's a frosty fog

Escapes like smoke from my soar throat

The wind could freeze me tears

Salty, silver pointed spheres

My sadness leaks, it paints my cheeks



I would do anything for you

You know it's true



Aching in the cold

My heart burns like a coal

My once glad friend

You're sad again

If we could just trade skin

I'd stop yours from leaking

And take your pain and hurt away