Each day I wake up in the morning
Into the silent chant of rain
And then the clock stops without warning
At a quarter to pain.
There’s always the golden sun a-rising
There’s not a cloud in the sky
And all the birds sing advertising
The timeless question why.
Why do I wake in sunny weather
With raindrops falling in my head?
As I open my half-blind dams unto them
They find their watershed.
💬 Komentáre
Komentáre budú implementované v ďalšej verzii.