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Sitting in my sweetly heated bedroom,
I am warm.
My body is content
But my heart is not at ease.
How could I sit here,
Enjoying the heat wrapping around my body
Like an invisible comfort
When I know that somwhere
Outside of my window,
There's a homeless person
Weeping silently in the pure white snow,
A beggar pacing,
Re-thinking a plan to survive the game called "Real Life."
Oh, how could I ever relax,
With constant thoughts of you never coming back.
I am warm.
My body is content
But my heart is not at ease.
How could I sit here,
Enjoying the heat wrapping around my body
Like an invisible comfort
When I know that somwhere
Outside of my window,
There's a homeless person
Weeping silently in the pure white snow,
A beggar pacing,
Re-thinking a plan to survive the game called "Real Life."
Oh, how could I ever relax,
With constant thoughts of you never coming back.
