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The Suitcase Of Winter's Shell
It’s getting harder to run without stopping
And, after months of mad dashing
I seem to think it should come with ease
Without distractions or trembling knees
These wind blown trees, now only bone
Where once were leaves, now nothing clings on
And, though the cold of winter has come
You’ve got to hold on to the hope that love will once again come to you
Sitting on the sand of some eastern shore
The pink sun is crawling out of her repose
Rising in the confidence of her glow
And in her wisdom, content in what she knows
She takes it all in stride
Always giving more than she takes in life
And, though her warmth is melting the suitcase of winter’s shell
She knows, that coming on this strong means saying ‘goodbye’ to something else
And, the fights may rage on
With hail, and droughts, and floods
But, in the end, all we are all searching for is love
