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The sky is gray
Its always gray
Where is the sunshine
To warm me?
My heart is blue
Its always blue
Where are the strong arms
To hold me?
My anger is red
Its always red
Where are the soft words
To soothe me?
The night is black
Its always black
Where is the star light
To lead me?
Sun to warm
Arms to hold
Words to soothe
Light to lead
Is it too much to ask?