Connie Dungs Leak
Standing in the yard
My breath's a frosty fog
Escapes like smoke from my soar throat
The wind could freeze me tears
Salty, silver pointed spheres
My sadness leaks, it paints my cheeks
I would do anything for you
You know it's true
Aching in the cold
My heart burns like a coal
My once glad friend
You're sad again
If we could just trade skin
I'd stop yours from leaking
And take your pain and hurt away
