It was like the clouds had read my mind,
They all had started to get in line,
to swim across the open sky,
close up the holes, and shield your eyes,
I wanted the sunlight to go away,
Turn back time to another day,
The clouds continue and do not cease,
Not one bit of sunshine, not one piece,
And as the blue turns into gray,
I lift my head and start to pray,
I still feel warmth despite the cold,
Too young to die, for someone so bold.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
It was like the clouds had read my mind,
They all had started to get in line,
to swim across the open sky,
close up the holes, and shield your eyes,
I wanted the sunlight to go away,
Turn back time to another day,
The clouds continue and do not cease,
Not one bit of sunshine, not one piece,
And as the blue turns into gray,
I lift my head and start to pray,
I still feel warmth despite the cold,
Too young to die, for someone so bold.
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