Woolen Jacket

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It’s cold. It’s very cold…
When there’s no one there to hold

It’s cold when there’s no home
When all you are is ‘all alone’

It’s cold when there’s no warmth. When-
There’s no heat that comes from heart

It’s so cold where there’s no light
Where there are shadows all around

Where there’s darkness, ever present
Where the dark days ever linger…

There is darkness when it’s cold
The lack of life, the lack of hope

It’s cold where there’s no hope
It’s cold where life is lacked

You will cry one day again
Where the dawn is at the door

You will shed them, all your fears
Where all your tears you have poured

Yes, you’ve poured them, haven’t spilled!
They have never flown In vain

Where there’s pain, there’s so much pain-
There is always some of hope

It’s cold; it’s very cold…
But remember, you’ve been told:

That the pounding of deceit
Is forever on the door

So believe it not the pounds-
Of disbelief in hope

Cause there’s always so much light
That does shed right through your heart

Yes, there’s always so much light
That does make it worth the fight

8 thoughts on “Woolen Jacket

  1. من سردم است
    و تمام رنگهاي گرم دنيا را زنان ديگري شال گردن بافته اند
    من سردم است
    و تمام خيابانهاي اين شهر
    به خانه اي گرم مي رسند
    كه هر شب
    مردي در ان به سهم خود از زندگي رسيده است
    (ليلا كرد بچه)

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