Dark clouds have made the wayThere's no place for shades of grey
Your sunshine bliss the worlds behold
When mountains wear the crown of gold
Your presence is felt in streak of light
The end of some tempestuous night
When the lively stream quite gently flows
You're close around that this heart knows
Yet obscure from manly eyes
You smile away from distant skies
You laugh in the roaring thunderstorm
The lightening streak does show your form
In dried up heart of flesh and blood
At times you send your gracious flood
Then eyes behave as a waterspout
The filth and silt are all thrown out
This world behaves in a different kind
With twisted ways of a tortuous mind
Just with hope you'll show the way
A man wakes up for another day
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