Cry Me a River

Cry me a River By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd I feel like crying in this mote, Will it ever stop raining its wet cloak? Enough is enough let the sun shine through, Why must the rain make me feel so blue? The drudgery of what I must endure, It’s constant drudgery of down pour for sure, Is there no hope in sight? Is this my chosen plight? Where O where is the hope I seek, Why O why does my soul feel so bleek, Who has the power to stop this constant down pour? When will my spirit be free to sore? There with all I write you my plight? Sun O sun come back from this endless night.