I don’t know if I love you,
Don’t know if I hate you.
You held me down during stormy nights,
You were the storm some nights.
You never held me close, but you
kept me warm from the fire burning inside you.
It was the mother of all storms, homes
were broken, people destroyed, and even the road that lead to your heart and mine, died.
Sometimes I think of that stormy night,
Where the fire in you warmed my soul.
It kills me to watch you from the other side,
Waiting for help with the frost bite on my soul.