Jul 2014
The skies turn to gray
As the rain falls sour
Dreary eyes begin to fade
In the anticipation of an hour
Now seems dull
with endless waiting
But days missed most
Will be the ones anticipating
As the rain falls sour
Dreary eyes begin to fade
In the anticipation of an hour
Now seems dull
with endless waiting
But days missed most
Will be the ones anticipating
