Cold Wind
by:
Willy Porter
I don't want to watch the life run out of you
Shine on, fading star
Oh, the cruel things some people do
Sometimes I wonder if they're listening at all
And you cannot tell your father nor your mother
They will not understand
You're thirty-two years old, still they wonder
Why you haven't got a girlfriend
It's just a cold wind, blowing through the trees
It's just a cold wind, Lord, help us, please
And the lines you've drawn were never traced or stenciled
But these works of God like you and I
Are all written down in pencil
And the anger grows, so unrestricted
Bad news gets around and your friends withdraw
And you find you've been convicted
By the cold wind blowing through the trees
It's just a cold wind, Lord, help us, please
I don't want to watch the light shut off in you
Shine on, fading star
I don't believe this is a cruel thing
Don't believe it's something God would do
But sometimes I wonder if he's listening very hard
But no matter what, you are a friend to me
I won't abandon you over HIV
It's just a cold wind, blowing through the trees
