I see the pestilence outside my window

I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high

I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street

I face the morning with my customary sigh



I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud

A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd

My breakfast finished now I brave the outside

But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside



Chase these clouds away

I hate this sunless Saturday



Freedom come

For us now

Light our sky

Burn away these clouds



Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me

Is just the mirror image of tainted soul

I think the sun will never visit my sky

Until the truth is seen by each and every eye



I see the helpless and I see the insane

I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain

I see the means of help elude us again

I think the sun will never visit me again