January Again.

It only comes around when you want it to,

Almost like a storm and its last drop.

I wasn't sure of what I was to do,

But clearly its become my final stop

On the long lonely road I walked upon.

In a vain hope to be found so strong,

I fell to my knees in a dark dawn

And was kicked around for so long.

You only show me the love we built

When only you are to be felt...