Dross

there's a wisdom that's woe
and a woe that is pain walking
close to the fire
still we remain
hearts hang heavy in winter huddled
close to the flame
when the snow gives to springtime will we remain
there's a silence that's gold
and a gold that's disdain in the time of the harvest
will we abstain hearts hang
heavy in winter huddled close to the flame
when the snow gives to springtime will we remain