The Grey

The skies are dull, the winds are cold,
The world is gray, bleak and old.
The days are short, the nights are long,
A gloomy scene, a somber song.

The flowers wilt, the birds don’t sing,
The world is lost, with nothing to cling.
No sunshine shines, no laughter’s heard,
A world in pain, a life absurd.

But then I close my eyes and dream,
Of skies of blue, and a gentle stream.
Of laughter and love, and a brighter day,
Where the world is warm, and the skies are gray.

And though my world is now gray,
I hold on tight, to what I pray.
That someday soon, the skies will clear,
And the world will smile, and be so dear.

So I’ll keep walking, step by step,
With a heart full of hope, and a mind set.
And though the skies may be overcast,
I’ll find my way, and make it last.