better days
Submitted by thegum on Sun, 03/18/2007 - 9:57pmBetter Days
The crisp winter air brings a chill to my bones. As I hope for spring, the birds have all flown, to stay alive and play in peace. I think of my spirit that hopes for
the day my life will be normal and my moods be unchanged. The cold wind
blows and settles across the land,
but with each bird that returns it comforts me that spring is at hand.
So as I look back on that season of gloom, I pray for the day I have reason
To smile, the flowers that bloom and
That warm summer moon.
Better Days
The crisp winter air brings a chill to my bones. As I hope for spring, the birds have all flown, to stay alive and play in peace. I think of my spirit that hopes for
the day my life will be normal and my moods be unchanged. The cold wind
blows and settles across the land,
but with each bird that returns it comforts me that spring is at hand.
So as I look back on that season of gloom, I pray for the day I have reason
To smile, the flowers that bloom and
That warm summer moon.
Better Days
The crisp winter air brings a chill to my bones. As I hope for spring, the birds have all flown, to stay alive and play in peace. I think of my spirit that hopes for
the day my life will be normal and my moods be unchanged. The cold wind
blows and settles across the land,
but with each bird that returns it comforts me that spring is at hand.
So as I look back on that season of gloom, I pray for the day I have reason
To smile, the flowers that bloom and
That warm summer moon.
