nathan lyle
January 19, 2013
It's cold outside, frozen dark,
the wind moans 'round my sheltered heart.
So tired, so worn, so easily bruised,
so completely unsure of right things to do.
It's cold outside, frozen dark,
the wind moans 'round my sheltered heart.
So tired, so worn, so easily bruised,
so completely unsure of right things to do.
