Grey Skies Through My Window

Grey skies through the window
Doesn’t matter what you call it in any lingo

Its meaning so poignant like a cold draft of wind
That sends chills up your spine creates goose pimples on your skin.

It manifests as fear it thrives in depression
It attacks all creeds peoples of every nation

Mists on high that blanket our view
Oh for that precious sunny light that springs life anew

Walking aimlessly like a confused band
Oh for the good shepherd to lead us by the hand

Lead from the front illuminate our way
Our star by night sun by day

Clearing our path of thorns and mines
Opening our road up to a place so divine

No more clouded senses dimmed lenses
Nor road  blocks or high fences

Just a sparkling presence
Part of eternity’s essence

Oh can’t wait to grace that splendorous place
Alas I have to wait

And make do while the wind blows
The grey skies I see through my window