A Reason for Rebirth

A man sitting on a porch
Thought to be cold as stone throughout
Sees a figure in the distance
And the permafrost begins to melt.

Love infuses a lonely heart made of iron,
Warming his soul,
Fiery for its own part,
Driving away the cold.

Cutting in with a powerful slice
Destroying the barriers constructed by life,
Rediscovering something thought forever lost,
Warming a man thought long alone.

This affection brings back a man,
A man made of nothing,
Back from the edge of oblivion,
Into the arms of a child.