"And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends
And my head told my heart
Let love grow
But my heart told my head
This time no"..
People say that the new year is the ideal time for change. But for me, however, winter is the end of something - spring is the beginning.
Throughout my negativity, anger, distain and feeling discombobulated, I still have hope. That's all I have.
