Letras
The coffee fogs up your lenses
Through which you read authors
And see my goodness
So softly you have witnessed
The effects of my appalling and awful experiences
Late at night is when you study best these days
And the cold sets in its bitter way
When the winter has its bold say
And the changing of the seasons
Leaves you in disarray
A song, a shattering sputtering peace
A mind riddled with disease
I hope to heal and feel the breeze
Across my back bare with ease
I always wanted the fall fields to flay and roll away
As I run free from my pain
When the winter has its bold
And the changing of the seasons
Leaves you in disarray