Waking up in the dark and in the cold
Freezing and trembling from the chill
Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury.

Betrayal that stung and silenced our fury
Back to back, facing the gelid chill
Waking up in the dark and in the cold.

The bed and the roof, our only luxury
Swallowing our discomfort by sheer will
Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury.

Still, even the cold is not our worry
We all swallow that like a bitter pill
Waking up in the dark and in the cold

In the cold I apologize, silently screaming: ‘So sorry!’
Surrounded by voices consoling with: “God’s will.’
Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury.

Shuddering and shivering, and so very angry
My silent screams, my cries turning shrill
Waking up in the dark and in the cold
Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury.