Glow.

All my thoughts,
All my feelings,
All my perceptions
of my life
all the time...

Are they wrong?
Are they right?
Are they all outta fright!

Everyday, everynight
I hope to be outta sight
Do I see,can it be
that warm glow
I once had?

Will it return?
Will it burn?
Cold heart, cold hands
All my life I ought to be bland!