I met a man once, and this man said we're all damned.The dark days of winter are nigh. Rain and cold on the heels of sun and shine. The frost is fresh. I told him I've heat in the heart, and am firm in mind.
So I let it go, relax and release. Shed as night in the morn, Forgotten as a passing cloud. For in these dark days there remains light, and I mean to find it.
When you let the light in, it grows ... like time, infinite. Maybe this front is blowing fresh air. Maybe it will calm the fire, And give us damned reason to pause.