The Price of Spring

Close up the door of abandoned self-control It's like a show where the maps will all unfold Don't tell me why there is a price of spring Uncover other things The leaves to lie Marked by new growth making circles with a pen Of all unknowns can we wait until the end Don't tell me why there is a price of spring Uncover other things The leaves to lie I'll admit to half that should make your map These words hang frozen and swollen and still Right here I open and close up my will So there's not one thing Til there's not one thing --- The Price of Spring - Matt Pond PA