Let it Stop
Oh the weather outside is getting old
and the fire is growing cold
And we've no place we can go
Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!
It doesn't show signs of stopping
in this slush, I'm tired of slopping
no light outside with thick clouds so low
Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!
When we finally kiss good night
how I'll hate going out in the storm!
but if you'll really hold me tight
It still wont be enough to stay warm
The fire is slowly dying
and the cold is quite petrifying
But for Pete’s sakes it's April sooo…
Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!
This poem is about:
Our world