"January, can you carry me?
Through the darkness and the cold frailty of my mind.
In this January gray, can you help me fly away?
For I know that I'll be okay on this January day."

There's so much, so much! Story to tell.
And I hope. I hope! That I tell it well for you.
I was once a man, a man who was wise.
With my eyes, all two, set on the prize. It's true.

But then there was a man.
A man who had a plan.
A plan to shake up the world we're in.
And I did all I could.
I ran, jumped, pushed, and would.
I should have tried to take him again.
But he was so strong for me.
And I said:

"January, can you carry me?
Through the darkness and the cold frailty of my mind.
In this January gray, can you help me fly away?
For I promise that we'll be okay on this January day."

Then you took my hand, and we began to fly
Above all of the pain and all of the strife he'd caused.
Winter was that man, who caused it to snow.
And his grudge, so cold, that he wouldn't let go. Nor I.

So one day in the freeze,
When it was zero degrees,
I went outside and I said:
"It sure is WARM today!"
And with a smile I played
Water guns with my friends.
And only one got hypothermia!
And I said:

"January, can you carry me?
Through the darkness and the cold frailty of my mind.
In this January gray, can you help me fly away?
For I promise that we'll be okay on this January day."

But Winter would not cease.
He would not leave in peace.
And I don't know what to do.
But as long as I am with you:

"January, can you carry me?
Through the darkness and the cold frailty of my mind.
In this January gray, can you help me fly away?
For I promise that we'll be okay on this January day."

"January, can you carry me?"

©Travis Love Benson 2011-2015