The Cold Wind
You hanged love as though it murdered your father
Despite forgiveness from the valentine of death
Beside wrinkles worn from pain you only saw shadows
Then joy that followed felt hollow yet strong
Semblance of stupor crippled the future
Then it was London and blackness and riches
Your story was whispered by strangers and wisemen
Searching the world was the long way ‘round
The answers shared your journey and returned with your blindness
Death sought an answer, life sought a breather
Courage was lonely, but courage was wise
Courage was courage
Courage defines you, courage defines you
Raindrop of sorrow
Sunshine of sorrow
The cold wind rustles up the leaves where you once lived
Words & Music by John Banrock
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