Winter breaks my bones cold
She scatters them like leaves across my back yard
I drive far each day so my son can have nice things
Drive ribbons broken across warm concrete
Those drives fill me with song
Can you remember those titles I would write on plastic for you
So happy now is how I picture you
So free and far
Jack knows and Tom too
Charles knew
What this feeling is
I saw him cry once on film
Reading a poem about a girl he loved
Winter makes me think
How you changed me inside
And how I often feel like that
I should thank you for that I guess
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