In which we succumb
Not having all the words I want, I succumbed to the words I have. Kind of like the way we succumb to the way the wind flips the calendar's page, like it, or not.
Old school. Still cool. If you're not good,next week you're getting Cherish.
And Windy has stormy eyes / That flash at the sound of lies / And Windy has wings to fly / Above the clouds