I thought of you, even on my darkest days
Hoping you'll feel the same.
But there's always this shade of gray that makes me cry with pain.
The sun comes up and you're always there,
until I noticed it's just a glare.
Oh how the day goes by so fast,
I seem to miss you, so you're gone too soon.
I'll change the weather if I could,
the snow can fall and in spring the flowers can bloom.
Dear Mr. Weatherman when will you be right?
You say there will be sunshine,
yet all I see are thunderstorms and clouds, before the day turns into night.
