Waiting for April
I can’t keep waiting for April
after all she’s just a month of the year
But I remember the cool kisses of your morning
and how you warmed me in the evening as the sun went down
I still taste the many berries of your being
And when I close my eyes smell cherry of your blossoming
I can’t keep waiting for April
after all it’s just a month in the year
I remember those long days and how they spurred me on
the fruitful times, oh how we thought that they would never end
light-hearted living as our troubles seemed to drift away
on the warm breeze which carried poetry and prompted song
But I can’t keep waiting for April
after all it’s just a month in a year
There is no muse
and I am certain
there’s no angel
that is bound to you
and lives in you my April
I can’t keep lamenting this winter
after all it’s another part of the year
So, I’ll keep active in attempting to achieve my goals
though days are short – let us use them while we have our strength
The biting cold may drive us harder than we’ve ever moved
And so we’re learning of capabilities we never knew
I shall not lament this winter
it’s just as important a part of the year
It’s all within us to accomplish our ambition
whether nights or days are long it really has no bearing here
So in morning rise and let us act upon desire
and we’ll be happy in the winter when the sun goes down
I won’t keep waiting for April
after all what is a month in a year?
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