My Friend Pedro

	Seasons change
	Just like people do.
	Always thought we'd face the seasons
	Without them changing you.
	Winter is here
	And the cold is setting in.
	I'm ill-prepared for snow fall
	And I'm all alone again.
	You might try to be my sunshine
	On those cloudy awful days.
	The chance is slight, but I just might
	Let those feelings melt away.
	Who knows, next year when summer comes again,
	I could be your flower and you could be my rain.