Gray Days
DARK CLOUDS ARE ROLLING , TO MAKE MY DAY TERRIFIC,
NO NOT TERRIFIC, BUT TERRIBLE
RAIN POURS DOWN AND THE LGIHTING CRACKS
AS THE THUNDER ROLLS AND SHAKES ME UP
GRAY SKIES FILL WITH FEARS AND TEARS
RATTLE MY FRAGILE MINDSET
THE BOOMING BOMBARDS ME AND I SCREAM
AND I HUG MY STEERING WHEEL AND DRIVE ON
I SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME IN BED
WITH SOMEONE I LOVE,SOMEONE WHO WOULD LOVE ME
OR MAKE LOVE TO ME,SWEETLY GENTLY, OFF SETTING MY FEARS
OF THE STORM THAT RAGES ON OUTSIDE MY MIND
BUT COLLEGE WON'T WAIT AND WORK DEMANDS I LEAVE MY FEARS BEHIND
THE LIGHTNING FLASHED AND THE THUNDER ROLLS ME OVER
BRING ME SUNSHINE BRING ME BLUE SKIES I SCREAM
BUT MY ANSWER IS ONLY CRACKS OF LIGHT AND BOOMS OF THUNDER
AS I SIT IN CLASS COFFEE AT HAND THE GRAY SKIES KEEP COMING
AND THE DAY ROLLS ON AGIAN.
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