They look for a shelter from the cold which grows and strengthens as people prosper -- But do they truly? They, the searchers, wish to find a warm hearth among the ruins.

They look for a seed, with which to feed the starving
who abound almost as does their pain --
But can They succeed?
They, the farmers, wish to raise a crop
with infertile soil.

They look for a friend, with which to share the joy
that must be, despite freeze and famine --
But will it be?
They, the companions, wish to create warmth
within the frigid expanse.

They look for a spark, with which to build the flame
that feeds and warms the soul --
But can one be found?
They, they firebuilders, wish to find love
within the hearts.