The march was cold and i was too
I have never seen anyone so truly as you
He is guarding me like the gatekeeper with care treated his keys
Above my head, so far in clouds i hear spectacular voice of bees
Subside my cruelty, that i fulfill every day
I don't welcome any tenderness that grows inside of me
But you weren't afraid of my demons, were you babe?
Back me in your arms and let -let me
be free
March Was Cold
© Copyright: Ронни Стрижак, 2021
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