The weather is cold,
even when the sun’s shining,
the wind says stay cool.
March is my birth month,
and I claim it as my own,
like some lucky charm.
The rain comes and goes,
and puddles form and unform,
but the wind’s just cold.
As complex as simple is.
The weather is cold,
even when the sun’s shining,
the wind says stay cool.
March is my birth month,
and I claim it as my own,
like some lucky charm.
The rain comes and goes,
and puddles form and unform,
but the wind’s just cold.