March

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