The Coming of Spring

Should I care that I need to get away
Because my life has been beating me down?
Is it a matter of where I will stay
For another night in my new home town?
I have gotten bored of these same old streets,
And need a completely different view.
When I wander down them, my heart retreats,
And longs for a Spring morning to renew.
The day of it being gloomy portends
A future of more days being inside,
But a break in the stormy clouds ends
How the weather makes depression abide.
I call for the rising of the Spring sun
To confirm my renewal has begun.