bilal anaim - Another Cold Winter

Another winter and there he is
Sitting by the side of the fire
Waiting for a woman
that might dream of him
That might bury in her breast
A secret she would not mock
Dreaming that in his faded years
He might spring forth
as a shining light
And he would hear her say
'This light is mine...
let no woman draw near it'

There by the side of the fire
Another winter and there he is
Spinning his dreams
and fearing them
Afraid her eyes would mock
His wrinkled Gray hair
and grieving aged soul
Afraid her feet would kick his love
And there by the side of the fire
He would be lightly mocked
by a woman...
Tomorrow he shall die half-frozen
of the cold within
There by the side of the fire

bilal anaim

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