March , even the name is sad leaves  and flowers  and even
young birds die
Gone is the love I thought I had
Gone is the glow  of sunlight from my sky 

No one to love, theres nobody to blame 
The fault the hate  and all the blame was mine
Still maybe if March  had  never  come 
The sun would still have shone things would be fine

Maybe  there will come a day March will loose its chilly
fingers  from my soul
 Maybe just a smile a word a glance 
Will bring an April day to make me  whole