TO FIND THE SUN

The air felt wrong

Felt as though music was playing

But there was no song

Who was out there

To make this uneasy feeling

To make it so unclear

Clouds whistled on in

Was there a storm to begin

Dew on trees

Blew in the breeze

Grey became the color of the day

Which way to turn

Which way to go

Who would lead the way

Given into a dream

Rather than stand to scream

Fear will stand

To make to wear

Given to a new day

Given to find the sun anyway