The Cold Spell - Wynardtage, Kai Arnold

To our broken centre’s

the tragedy of hope

to our strangled meaning

we’re fighting alone

empty slackening days

fragile and undressed

we lose now the contact

we surrender sightless

To the first farewell

the cruelest thoughts of all time

the shocking diagnosis

will shut-off our minds

to our throbbing pain

our most deserted world

the fear to pine away

is shaking out all worths

Fight

throb

struggle

to brace oneself

I am with you

there is nothing more to tell

I will beating for you

the cold spell