Cold Morning
August 30, 1982
I walk out on the playground The gravel crunching under my feet. The freezing wind biting at my fingers, And the wet grass soaking my shoes The leaves rustling as I go by. Till the bell rings!
I walk out on the playground The gravel crunching under my feet. The freezing wind biting at my fingers, And the wet grass soaking my shoes The leaves rustling as I go by. Till the bell rings!