The World Outside is Cold



Tiny little fingers
Even smaller toes
Curly brown hair
Little button nose


You were born in winter
The world outside was cold

You had to grow up fast
No time for games and tears
You became a young survivor
Wise beyond your years

You were born in winter
The world outside was cold.

You were born in winter 
The world outside was cold.

Amy Lynn Michael

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