Notes
After the initial shock of running...a soaking of the light's warm sunning.
All things melted faintly away...in what was to be a glorious day.
Nothing here is up to me...nothing here that I can see.
So look no more for what may seem wrong...I find only the same old sad song.
The sob story so easily told...when one will hear and then be sold.
Now only looking to what is right...even in the dark black dreadness of night.
One then can so clearly see...that is how life is so purely to be.