Once more the rains came
To soak up my resistance
My heart is now a sea of hurt
From memory’s harsh persistence.
And see how grey the sky now grows
Though still the sun will shine
It warms me not I find these days
For how my heart does pine.

And all the gold from winning
Some mythical jackpot prize
I’d trade for just a moment
Of joy in your sad, sad eyes.
For all the pain that’s in my heart
No more than lives in thine
Is love that fuels this sorrow
In two hearts that intertwine.

©Joe Wilson – How grey the sky…2017