Rain clouds,
the gods of my life
controlling my fate
Gloomy grey days
abound
need a break,
a sliver of sunshine
a ray
a minuscule morsel
of hope to hold on to
to breathe for.
Rain clouds,
the gods of my life
controlling my fate
Gloomy grey days
abound
need a break,
a sliver of sunshine
a ray
a minuscule morsel
of hope to hold on to
to breathe for.