So cold, yet, so full of love.
My hands have frozen stiff
Even in the worn gloves I wear.
My mind has waxed old.
I no longer think trivial.
I only think to survive
Until the next morning light.
So warm, yet, so empty,
I watch the fire in the hearth glow.
I adjust the blanket that covers me
And think of all that has filled my day.
I cannot remember not thinking,
For I do this to obtain my wage.
Then I pray I could die tonight.
Two hearts, so completely different.
Two lives, that may never face.
Yet, both have no chance of survival
Without the intertwining of Grace.
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