Let us fight this cold war
Neither you relent, nor would I
Night will come and I will cry
Pain would loom and pleasures would dry
Sooner or later, your heart of gold
Would become icy cold
And you would walk away from me
Never to turn back and see
What you would leave behind is someone
Who never cared for you in your ways
But if you wrap yourself in a blanket of cold
Does that mean there is no warmth in sun rays?