Lord I cannot see you through these dark skies…
I have bags under my eyes, but it is no surprise.
I know I gotta get up when that sun rise to avoid depression from hard times…
Avoid metaphorical drowning from these overbearing riptides…
Lord I know you are there
but I can’t see you through these
dark, dark, skies….
But then I start to open my eyes
And suddenly I realize
That through my heart, you hear my cries.
And my weary comes as no surprise
No I can’t see through these dark, dark skies
But just know my faith within you lies
I know soon sunshine will arise
and the rainbow will be with no disguise
And I will dry my weeping eyes
and forget about those
dark, dark, skies.