sometimes you believe, there’s darkness everywhere
an’ you go to bed
to sleep and cry
nothing but the
clouds are there
don’t ask me why!
sometimes it rains,
some times shines the sun
on and on the time
has gone…
only the cloud
you’ve to blow away
there’s light at
the back of it
nothing to say!
just blow a bit.
sometimes it rains,
sometimes shines the sun
on and on the time
has run.
whether you’re
laughing or saying die
there is a power in
your heart
it’s God, who
knows why!
and blows the clouds
apart.
(For my S.o.S. Sari
Outinnen, October 1993. Former title “Tears”)
