Winter and Steaming Coffee

Cigarette Burns

There were scars all over his body...

Of smoke and ash, of tears and pain

That made his storm burn

While he drowned in the pouring rain

There were scars all over his body...

The sparks of fire that sizzled out

And the cigaratte burns that made him raw

Raw to the bone, with his doubt

There were scars all over his body...

His medication was the nicotine far away

Until you came along, when he was dying

And healed the burns, made him okay.