I would like to know.
Is it just me, and my yearly PMS?
Or is there more to it than that.
I may never know.
But a pox on you:
the fourth day
of the fourth month.
And may those who tread with me on that day, forever tread lightly.
I believe the sun also rises. Dries our tears, bringing the blue skies of day. I believe the sun also rises. Lighting our past, driving the darkness away. Wake up oh sleeper, the daylight has come.
Wake up oh sleeper, the daylight has come.