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Face the east

Wait for the sun

Relief from above

Five months in the dark

Bitter winds bitter words

Under cobwebs and dirt

And concrete walls

The cold snakes through our veins

As we sweat out our aggression

It doesn't mean much

Precarious above a bridge worn thin by ice

And the promise of sun

Doesn't mean much

Come and burn me please

Bring me to my knees

And the promise of sun

Doesn't mean much

We're still raging

Precarious above a bridge worn thin by ice

And the promise of sun

Doesn't mean much

Come and burn me please

Beneath the greens of trees

And promises

They don't mean much