Composed by: Azm
The chill that runs down my spine
Oh! Winter you’re so not mine.
There the tiny powerless sun I see
And the long darkness waiting for me
Makes me sad; in vain goes my sanity
Feels like a curse for humanity
You’d be admired in a case for sure
If we were penguins we’d absolutely adore
I sit by the window and worse I see
The whole world pictured right before me
The high ones lay in their cozy rooms
But the homeless can lit no fuel
Pity on them; have mercy I say
End your stay and go away
How we long for you to go back
And then the awesome spring to crack!
Copyright ©2010 Azm
