Like my cold hand, I yearn
For the warmth of achievement, to be in the pocket Of good company.
Like my cokd hand, I shivered when I tried to reach for my goals
I try to stretch but Oh the pain that cracks My bones.
I greet hands meet but cold are the windy conversations told.
Like my cold hand, I wait for the summer To have the cheer of a surfer, may it come sooner.
Like my cold hand, fist folded I am strong
Like my cold hand, open I fumble My fears with a tearful smile And keep my style
Until I reach and palm my dreams!.