April

April started cold

With winds whistling a melody

And that song that keeps going through my mind

Insisting on remind me of the good times

And that song that keeps going through my mind

Insisting on remind me

April ended up empty

With the silence reciting poetry

It?s only a matter of time

Lack of brakes

And willingness to stay on course

Just follow the signs

Fill the tank

And not look back

And not look back

And that song that keeps going through my mind

Insisting on remind me of the good times

And that song that keeps going through my mind

Insisting on remind me