The Warm Fuzzy

When she was a little girl
She lived in the cold
Land of north
Still her soul so warm

And every time she passed
that silver lake
she could see the tourists
shivering and rubbing hands.

The chill could only make her
cheeks go red
but could not effect her much
maybe she grew fond of it.

Those wooden walls
and the warm attics
the place where she would hide
From her mother.

All of this made her
heart melt with that feeling
Of being in love with the place
Which she considered home.

And when the winter came
She loved it even more
As when she stretched her hands out of the window
She felt paradise.

Now she lies there in the deserts
Thinking about him who promised
That she would feel the snow again
And she believes him!!

Cause she has a tender heart
And doesn't know promises
can sometimes be broken
Maybe the place doesn't matter now, faith does.