Winter from Umbrella by Anna p.s.

It’s always winter in my soul
Death should turn to life
But I am stuck here
It’s always winter where I go

The quiet of the falling snow
Stares at me as I stare out my window
People rushing to and fro
Are made to crawl along like little children

It’s always winter in my soul
Death should turn to life
But I am stuck here
It’s always winter where I go

I hear the crackling of a fireplace
Imaginary snowmen fill the yard
I see the treetops swaying in the breeze
They shudder as they think of the spring

It’s always winter in my soul
Death should turn to life
But I am stuck here
It’s always winter where I go

I sit on my yellow swing
Remembering the grass that used to grow here
I hope for a brighter day
Where bluebirds build their nests and children play

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• female vocals
• flute
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• percussion
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