Somehow snow appeared in April.

March applause was for the fool.

In this world of explanations.

The judgements here are cruel.

There is something in the water.

Strange smells that fill the air.

I’ve been listening to your story.

You’ve had it rough, if I were fair.

And the woke they have been listening.

Spreading rumors they can defend

Seems the beauty’s in the struggle.

And the lies are in pretend.