Making of a Cactus

Like the winter dawns after sprinkling rain, Damp it was, to torment it came, People with fire in their hearts survive, What can one do with a heart mundane, The howling wolves, the rustling leaves, The windy sounds, the door that creaks, All make fake calls of friend that comes, But that wont come, that's trapped in love, The days that passed under trees in march, And telling it's hot in may, so sway, That sway didnt meant what that word means, But now my hi too means that word, I aint got heart that is made of steel, That could get cold in this winter's day, But i was a friend that could die for one, But now that offer's off the tray, Now face that guilt, if can regret, That you made a flowering tree like us, You were leaves that fell apart, Turned me into a prickly cactus