Years have passed since I’ve climbed up those warm stairs   And Cohen’s disposition remains clear in my mind   I still look back and I ask my self ‘did I cause a difference’?   Or ‘is the difference in me and Cohen was fine all along?’      Dinner that night was much more than he could afford   But he would care as if I was his child, his very son   He was a realization, diamonds for my mind   There’s every sort and it’s a privilege to know one so fine      And if I could take myself back to the cold where the winter’s a darker shade of gray   Where fall is long gone and spring is farther, I would not take Cohen’s stairs for granted      Here am I, I’m at my home that is so far from home   The upstate was so colorful in every way, in every day   And the cold speaks pain, but it’s a pain that I could not trade   For my sweetest pain has brought me to who I am      And if I could take myself back to the cold where the winter’s a darker shade of gray   Where fall is long gone and spring is farther, I would not take Cohen’s stairs for granted   Even when I feel I’ve given up, I have not failed, for I have braved one more ruthless fight   And I’ve made my change through the warmth of Cohen’s Stairs.