The afternoon sun hangs low
Right outside the grills
I let the curtains dangle and shutter collapses
But still it sneaks through the gaps of my shield
I pull the cold blanket over my lonesome flesh
Hoping to warm a heart that is shivering like an autumn leaf
Hoping to build a sanctuary of warmth and hope
But all I feel is more sadness and cold
All I own, is nothing but
A piece of lonely blanket
That shall no longer warm
Even the easiest of hearts.
