A cloud had come in
The front of the sun
I sat watching the high
Flying birds hurrying home
Drifting in private world of
Thoughts; thoughts of doom
And gloom of my life
I rose up from my failure
To meet disappointment
Looking around I saw hopelessness
Looking down I saw dejection
No deliverance in sight
My voice I raised for help
But wretched humans were
Too busy to give me heed
Then a voice within me spoke
“The sun of your good fortune
Stands behind the clouds
It’ll soon rise upon you.”
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