as the snow falls on the coldest day of the winter,i feel as i should, lay me pon the river by the sunlights glance, as i stare at still water as birds began to play the air!i can see the blue sky flow as clouds gather as a breeze pushes me to and fro,i dare set my eyes apon the pedal as it falls from the sky and which idont know why? where shall it take me from here! o no theres a storm a blowing,then in supsense my lady as it flows on my lady i lost my pedal,i lost my pedal,why? i am to suffer , there is no other ...