They have
told me to hold on
But, I don’t
know what to hold on to
Or, why to
keep on holding on
So many
bridges have been crossed
And, too many
bridges have been burnt
A number of
sunsets have gone by
While my
anger burns in the darkness
Who says
this is not how it is supposed to be?
It becomes
cliché
The sun will
come out tomorrow
But,
tomorrow never comes
And, the
silver lining on the cloud looks gray
As droplets
of rain make a gloomy day
No singing
for me
The drops
falling on my head roll down my face
Streaming
into my tears
My weeping
endures for the night
Will my joy
come in the morning?
Who will
turn my mourning into dancing?
As I lift up
my eyes, I wonder
Where will
my help come from?
There in the
clouds I see a rainbow
Is my
tomorrow here today?
By Love's Merciful Grace
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