Cold as Ice from my head to my toes.
Frost-bite bites at the tip of my nose.
Please come find me so I might continue in spite
Or take me home before the end of the night
For I will be forgotten if frozen alone
Here in the cold
Too cold to speak
Or to say a Prayer
That Heaven will find me
And that soon I'll be there.
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