With muscles sore from daily chores
nails chipped and skin all dry
a scent of bleach and a sigh of why
I wonder would you gaze with me
into an emerald sky.
With tired eyes and a battered mind
uttered words that can be kind
with aching feet and a heavy heart
would you hold me tight
as I fall apart.
With a loss of hope and glory gone
a voiceless soul without a song,
with speckled dust and twinkles lost
Would you warm me
from this eternal frost?