wait but the winter's cold Bertrande We know that the day will come When we'll see all its leaves unfold We can pray for the day When it's our turn to
I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and
choose to play When you step out into the world to start your day You show your face and take it in and scream and pray You're gonna win it for yourself
