It's Up To Me





It's winter again, in the midst of Spring
And my burns from the sun sting in the rain.
Winds howl and bark like a dog in the dark
And I am broken and useless again.
What once was sweet has soured under my feet
And my request for wisdom is in vain.
I fall to my knees to beg and plead
That I may try to relieve all your pain.




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