Cold winter showers
displaced my fears
and weeks glide by
in the new growth sunshine
 
In the mist
in the fog
while rain splits cracks
for a moment
in lazy city streets
washing away this ferocity
 
I am the choking
I am the choking mistake
made in the early 70's
from a weeping mothers heartache
 
In the mist
in the fog
while rain fills cracks
for a moment
in lazy city streets
washing away
this ferocity
washing away
this ferocity
 
 
Everyone thinks its spring
but its still winter
Still winter
and will be for the next month