Painful is a cold heart, chilling the brain, causing a chilly thrill, to run through the brain.
Colder and colder, a man can feel, when the warmth of his desires, his tears can steal.
Once fires turn blue, there hard to heat, after years of walking, down lonely streets.
Fires can only grow together, when in the heart, only with two together, can a spark start.
And many a spark, have my years tried, just to falter, through the tears I've cried.
Always flashing through my eyes, from the blood stream to the brain, starting another spark, to be washed away again.
Oh will, a girl start a spark, to light forever, a fire in my heart.
By Donald L Holmes
