Twothirtyeight My Friend Pedro
Seasons change
just like people do.
Always thought we'd face the seasons
without them changing you.
Winter is here
and the cold is setting in.
I'm ill-prepared for snow fall
and I'm all alone again.
You might try to be my sunshine
on those cloudy awful days.
The chance is slight, but I just might
let those feelings melt away.
Who knows, next year when summer comes again,
I could be your flower and you could be my rain.
