Winds of March through Golden Arch

this may seem (sound) absurd up much trouble he has stirred being tough old bird an honest life lead wife and me we had been wed prayers to God had said winds would be of March when I was dry throat parch blown through golden arch coffee and donut drank then ate and my mouth shut against wall head butt saved from sin will need God surely always plants seed meet him with much speed nothing left to see death has been bothering me die and soul set free