Cold Love

Mutual Understanding

Hunger sets in,

With a world gone cold,

And there's no workers,

To fill that hole–

That plants a pit,

In your stomach,

And drives a man mad.

He broke my nose,

Tarnished my pride,

But a man gone mad,

Will be set awry–

For he needs that food,

And a place to call home,

When home is so far away.

In a world gone cold,

When night sets in–

And the bare warmth of the evening thins,

A man with tarnished pride may reside–

By the side of what was his enemy,

Feeling safe in his arms,

Did something catch his eye?

What if they wander,

Beneath that toxic sky,

Side by side,

That far from home–

Don't bat an eye,

I tell myself,

It's just a mutual understanding.