The grey skies are forcing themselves down.
Squeezing your smile into a frown.
Mother Earth’s wearing a mourning gown.

But you’ll come round

Your lost loves are gone away from you.
Their joy leaving as the free birds flew.
Can such heartache really be true?

But you’ll be found

Your strength, though, will come back in great fullness.
You’ll find courage again in dark depths.
And those around you will always bless.

You won’t be bound