Blue Sky Soon

There are clouds overhead, but I see the blue in the sky

Some mornings you wake up dead, until you open up your eyes

And there are nights when the moon's clouded over,

Your shiver your shoulders as the wind whispers colder,

But the morning breaks when the black grows older,

When the black's cracked over.

There will always be clouds and always be rain,

But the sunshine will always prove itself again,

Without the rain to wash out the pain of gray stormy nights,

We wouldn’t need the sun to warm our faces that've seen fights.

Sit at the supper of suffering, and eat the bread of peace

Eat what is put before you, soon you'll be at the feast.

See the blue up past the clouded sky, and the streets beyond the atmospheric blight