A bad day is a sad day
It’s overcast outside
Wet cold and windy
You come to the window
Your breath warm and steamy
Looking thought the glass
You hear yourself asks
What is the point
Why do i bother
I walk in to the hospital
To see my poor brother
His body braking down
Nothing I can do
Apart from telling him
Buddy I’m hear for you
That is the point
That is why I bother
To help your loved one
No matter the weather
A bad day is a sad day
But with a little help
Things do get better
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