When will the skies clear up,
To show that pretty shades of blue,
When will the rain stops pouring
Those tiny pellets of silver dews.
For my heart is down and weary
Coz I can’t do anything to help,
I cannot make the sun appear,
I cannot wipe away thy tears.
All I can do is sit and stare,
And silently say a little prayer
Hope That when the mighty sun appears,
This tiny life is still watching here.
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