Pickering Pick
January Later
January later now is not the timeFor I am still three months behindPlease recall all those October placesFresh now with our January facesCelebrating something that we lostHand-in-hand in January frostIt's raining on the windowpane and comforting to knowSigns that Spring is closer than we thoughtAnd summer will be meadowChildren knee high in grassAnd we'll be celebrating something that we foundFirst leaves of autumn littering the groundYour words, they drip like honey to my earNow it's something stranger that I hear??? ringing out and confuse me when I sleepWe're not really talking anymoreRavens are the last birds that I sawSo now you fly your flag, and I'll fly mineAnything you do without me is fineBut if you're wondering how I'm doingSay a prayer for meBecause I don't really miss you anymoreRavens are the last birds that I saw
From Letras Mania