Grey sky is the mourning,
How can my spirit waken.
when all the light is taken?
Grey skies of mourning,
scored of sad rain,
ruled at first by
separation's pain,
till the clouds crack thunder
and begin to exhale,
and your long lost sun,
appears from behind the veil.
The veil dropped in a glance,
Long
Long
before it had a chance to dance
into my heart.
Midday came and went,
the greyness was unspent.
Hopeless I rise,
linger a little,
waiting for the coffee to batter
some strength into my matter
I should dance in the rain
laugh at the pain
call up the sun
and live
live
live
What difference is there between rain and sweat
but the salt of the earth and the Passion we beget.
