by Robert Koch
Red beard on my face.
Black coat on my back.
I take to the street to listen
Sometimes I just need to listen.
With the spring approaching in haste, I’ll find another hour to waste.
Cleaning my room seems so mundane when mud is brought in by rain.
Today I am finding that people may change but my heart remains the same.
There’s no reason to give up, to back down, or be scared.
This the reason for my spring approaching, an hour I can’t stand to waste.
Mud and rain may never let up, but I’ve found a reason to stay.
Sometimes I just need to listen.
I take to the street to listen
Black coat on my back.
Red beard on my face.
