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When the world is dark and cold,
when everything beforeme is lost in translation
and no one gets me, theres a small glow
that hovers with in my soul.

When theres no flicker of a flame,
the embers have cooled to white ash
and the company has long fallen silent
there is a molten hug that
reaches from deep with in.

when the world forgets me for my troubles
and i am alone in body, the glowing warmth
arrives, it loves me tenderly heating my cold
hands and numb heart.

I wish so wrongly, more than i should
for the world to fall and crumble everyday;
so that you may come to feel your warmth
glow in me again.

this place i go where no one understands
is the warming, the source of a love
dealt a thousand ill-fated hands
and yet the glorious mighty universe fails
to keep this love asunder as it demands.

hug me sweet rapture, I fell again
I could not keep from tugging your soul strings,
I wanted you to come.
I needed you, soul deep.