Monday Morning Band Rehearsal

by emmeliarocheste

When I first step onto the turf The sky is darker than my mood The cold bites my cheeks So cold, so cold, it burns

It is dreadful, it is early My body cold, my lips numb The people are bitter So cold, so cold, it burns

But then, during the ballad Up comes the morning sun Vibrant colors twirl like flags and it's So cold, so cold, it burns

I am peaceful, I am home Though bitter, they still love me But when I'm warm inside it's So cold, so cold, it burns