Cold

He is empowered
But you, powerless
Have not they gave any trusted name

A confidant is the best cure!
Seeking justice is frowned upon, child
The storm will wager it's chances
Your fear won't fight for you, darling
Hope will!
Rest assured your glass
Will surely be fulfilled!

But like the fire burns out and another flame rises
This won't be dismissive and most certainly won't be reminded

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