Dark are the clouds that hover in the sky
All you can do is let it pour and sigh
Its hard to be happy all the time
But an eternally frenzied life is His crime
Everyone deserves a bit of solace
It’s my right and not His grace
For whatever be my life ‘morrow
I will not let it be in colors of sorrow
If He fails me this time as well
My faith in his judgment will quell
Believers need not be tried eternally by fires
They also deserve a few fulfilled desires
