...Through the Clouds...

Through the clouds comes the sun

You talk again and life is fun

You no longer feel the need to run

And escape the sights of 'his' gun

And through the clouds come birds

With laughter, song and happy words

Throught the clouds comes the light

Your days are just preludes to night

And no longer feel the need to fight

You escape and now 'it' feels alright

And through the clouds come birds

With laughter, song and happy words

The sun appears, the clouds are gone

And life is filled with wine and song

Through the clouds comes the sun

And life for you once more is fun

You hear each others voices in crowds

Through the clouds