Crash! Goes the thunder
Dark skies accompany me as I walk home
Raindrops going down my face like tears
I step into a puddle
The water soaking my shoes
I feel the rain dropping on my back
Like someone tapping on my shoulder
To see if I’m alright
I’m not, but
At the end of every storm
There’s a rainbow
I just need to make it that far.
I have to get through the storm.
Your grin makes my day
Your smile makes me smile
It lights up my world
And your blue eyes seem to glow
Making every day seem bright
Anyone with a great smile is probably a great person.
Sundays are meant for relaxation
But yet we still have the stress of Monday
Sundays are when you're supposed to be rested
But we're all exhausted
Even though Sunday is terrible
We always have a cup of coffee to help get us through
If anyone has to work or go to school Monday through Friday, you will understand the struggles of Monday.
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