Heart Of The Matter
It's Cold
It's cold and dark and all is quiet outside,
The frantic working weeks' come to an end,
It's Friday once again; I choose to hide,
I'm writing letters I will never send,
I try to disregard the working day,
So full of needless argument and strife,
It's not the way I'd choose to earn my pay,
But sadly, it's the story of my life,
There has to be a better way to go,
A path laid out for me to find one day,
At times my ocean fails to ebb and flow,
And I am destined still, to find my way.
It's been a fractious day, but now its done,
It's cold and dark and winter has begun.
The frantic working weeks' come to an end,
It's Friday once again; I choose to hide,
I'm writing letters I will never send,
I try to disregard the working day,
So full of needless argument and strife,
It's not the way I'd choose to earn my pay,
But sadly, it's the story of my life,
There has to be a better way to go,
A path laid out for me to find one day,
At times my ocean fails to ebb and flow,
And I am destined still, to find my way.
It's been a fractious day, but now its done,
It's cold and dark and winter has begun.
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It`s Cold
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