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(song) Cold Day in May

by Devon E Mattys

It was a cold, cold day in May
And the wind caught the door as I left.
It was a cold, cold Sunday in May.
Nobody hear me weeping as I slept.

She gave me the best sixteen years of my life;
The last one was the best year of all.
She was born on a cold day in May
And she died on a similar day.
Yeah, well, she died on a similar day.

She wandered the streets in the middle of the night
One time she got caught in the middle of a dog fight,
But she was a warrior
and she perserved,
Lived 81 lives and was highly revered.

She was born on a cold day in May
And she died on a similar day,
Yes she died on a similar day.

It was a cold, cold day in May
And the wind caught the door as I left.
It was a cold, cold Sunday in May.
Nobody hear me weeping as I slept.
She was born on a cold day in May
And she died on a similar day.

It was a cold, cold day in May.


10/04/2001

Author's Note: my song lyrics are better when sung than when read, but take them for what you will

Posted on 10/04/2001
Copyright © 2019 Devon E Mattys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Allison Smith on 07/15/09 at 02:36 PM

Just what I need to be reading right now.

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