Maya

A cold winter's day, freshens your bones, you who are always late, who gives money to fools, you've got no phone, but smile at the few, someone says why engage, when they're that gone, but you know about baggage, who needs more proof, they only sit and moan, you have more to lose, compassion has no bedmates, blown in on weather zones, you'll rescue their case, know you're a boon, won't let anything go, when you open the room, It lets in their soul.