When we travel to different places.
We see the people, but only there faces.
But not the hurt that leaves inner traces
But when they speak you feel the hurt.
That someone has treated them like dirt.
So when i see them not like a page from a book.
They see the anger in my look.
So in the heart there is a place that.
Makes me happy to see your face.
So like the ice and windy rain.
That that gives you anger and so much pain.
Someone there to help you with the strain.
So like many people I have met in the past.
I will not leave you at a lost
I am your friend forever more.
I will not leave you cold at the door.