A COLD WIND
Felix Michael Atwood
Her man sleeps
His woman weeps
A cold wind blows
In the open door
This is the same door
He staggered through
A mighty swinging fist
She knew her place
The day awakes in peace
As she knew it would
He promised nevermore
Again an idle promise
Her man now sleeps
His woman now weeps
His promise she keeps
Her man sleeps, forever.