Rainy days in my soul
windy moods upon the chest
cold as noon without control
icy touch on my breath.
windy moods upon the chest
cold as noon without control
icy touch on my breath.
Leaves around seeking home
whether to fly or give up hope
Under the trees where they should be
emptiness has left the key
Simple men handing out truth
the only thing they give is hope
Tho noone knows what would soothe
the snowy roads on icy slope
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