Waiting for a Pleasant Spring


I'm eager for the birds to sing
This winter has been far too long
I'm waiting for a pleasant spring.

I will give up anything
Anything to hear that song
I'm eager for the birds to sing.

Lately, days won't mean a thing
But when they do, the meaning's wrong-
I'm waiting for a pleasant spring.

With my heart stretched like a string,
I cannot live like this lifelong
I'm eager for the birds to sing.

And since these passing moments sting
I'm painted red, I don't belong.
I'm eager for the birds to sing
I'm waiting for a pleasant spring.

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