The sun is out after seven days of overcast and rain! I unselfishly helped a friend without his knowing it as well.
It may not exactly be half full today, but I can say with all optimistic confidence that it is at least 1/3 full, which is enough for today.
Anyone familiar with the Fishbone song "Sunless Saturday?"
A most rock'n upbeat song.
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished now I brave the outside
But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Freedom come
For us now
Light our sky
Burn away these clouds
Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday[\I]
It may not exactly be half full today, but I can say with all optimistic confidence that it is at least 1/3 full, which is enough for today.
Anyone familiar with the Fishbone song "Sunless Saturday?"
A most rock'n upbeat song.
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished now I brave the outside
But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Freedom come
For us now
Light our sky
Burn away these clouds
Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday[\I]