the wind blows cold
on those for whome no love this world does hold
the disenfranchised and the vulnerable
the misfits and the meek
for the bitterness of betrayal
when the secrets run too deep
and the stories that were told
no truthare found to hold
and in the sanctuary through our efforts
just the cold cruel tale
of getting there what you deserve
without reason to prevvail
both cheated here by fate
all thats left is cold as hate
though you may not ask for much
now the world has no more love
while those false accusations cut you to the bone