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Hard to Do

Hard to Do

Is what she said

Hard to Do

Is what he said

Hard to Do

While we fight the dread

Hard to Do

Caring about a child instead

Hard to Do

Building those walls

Hard to Do

Feeling so small

Hard to Do

Scooping up the cold

Hard to Do

Breaking the mold

Hard to Do

With nothing in between

The harsh winter snow

And the freezing rain of spring

Hard to Do

As we break our backs to pack away

The lives we had

That we just can't escape

There they are again

Like frostbite under our skin

Dictating how we feel everyday

I'm not sure I have anything more to say

Other then here is my hat

Here is my gloves

Here is my heart

And my last drop of love



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