Across the river

She needs to cross the river, to the other side.
What comfort does she get except for mine?
I seem to be the one who cares? Do I not?
One man blames me for being cold, another for being hot.
Perhaps I am, but I don't know.
But I will help her across even in the bliztering snow.
The bridge, where they turned their backs on her.
That's where I will carry her over.

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