On the coldest night
Your hands are blue
Your God is there
He is crying too
On the coldest night
The creatures roam
The Northern Light
Has got no home
On the coldest night
You lose your race
Dreams arise
By the fireplace
On the coldest night
You hide your sighs
Your saddest songs –
They kiss the skies
On the coldest night
Angels dance
In your wounds
To steal your trance
On the coldest night
That bitter breeze
Reminds you
Your disease
On the coldest night
You etch your name
In your faith,
Your Bethlehem
On the coldest night
The moon is bleak
You stare at her
With words to speak
On the coldest night
Your altar bleeds
With your thirst
And all your needs
On the coldest night
Your pain is true
Your God is there
He’s crying too…
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