As winter gnaws through dampened walls
I can see her sitting there on her own, with the curtains drawn
Huddled up but still feeling the cold
She could sell her husband's medals
To pay for some coal for the fire
But I know that she won't
She'd rather have the memories
Of the arms that once held her, the lips that said he loved her
And the laughter that cascaded
Down through those years
When the world was gripped by fear

Chorus:
This fragile life really worries me
This fragile life I know one day could be me and you
Do you like to feel cold?

This disgusting poverty is immoral and unnecessary
There's little care for the old
Who broke their backs making somebody else wealthy
Year after year it's always, always the same
The throwing of crumbs to the hungry
And the arms they get stronger
The list is getting longer
And the only GOD that, they'll ever know has an "L" after the "O"