That soft, kind emotion is what I long for.
That thing that is so precious not everyone can have.
I yearn for that feeling one day,
I desire that feeling.
That feeling I know is warm and gentle.
I feel it through blood and friendship,
But nowhere else.
I try to give this warmth to others,
But they are already warm.
I try to scream it out loud,
But no one is listening.
I try to give them this feeling,
Because I’m alone.
I want someone to give me that feeling.
Reach from their pocket and just cover me up,
As if it was a blanket.
But I’m cold, very cold.
I wish to be warm, I wish to be comforted,
But I’m just cold.