As I sit & watch the
clouds go by,
I ask myself
I wonder why?
Why my life’s in such a
mess,
Sometimes more &
sometimes less.
It makes me want to sit
& cry.
The rain flows down from the
sky.
When I cry my problems go
for a while.
The sun comes out,
It makes me smile.
Sometimes life isn’t so bad,
Though it often makes me
sad.
That sadness isn’t the end
of the world,
It’s just the pain that’s
been uncurled.
The pain that once I
couldn’t bare
Has made its climb up to the
top stair.
There I wait with hope in
sight,
An emotional battle I start
to fight.
From that battle I’m
struggling through.
My LOVE, my one, my only,
Y-O-U!!
Copyright ANGELS 1991