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Where did the sun go?
‘Cause I thought it was going be a sunny day
Where did the sun go?
Thought I caught a glimpse of blue
heading my way?
Fool am I to ignore the forecast of my heart
Was it silly to assume…
that all the signs were hinting
towards a break in the rain?
Where did those thunder clouds come from anyway?
They slipped in unnoticed
over my heart.
I’ll stay here anyhow
Just in case of a change
Anticipating the sun to caress my cheeks again
How long do I ignore the long-range forecast?
Ignore the numbing pitter-patter on my heart?
Oh, I should have listened to the weatherman!
‘Cause he said this coastline was unpredictable,
It gets scared away with the truth of an adoring heart
But it’s surreal when it’s nice
For then it’s warm and welcoming.
A companionship that is relaxing,
satisfying throughout the day.
But what of the games?
Playing with the unpredictability?
A big wave might come and wash it all away
Waiting for a break in the weather
Relentless rain stinging my face
The cold raw reality of the day
As it pitter patters on my heart
Threatening to tear me apart
And yet the cold numbs the pain
With a sigh I relent
Turning from my stormy reality
Meandering with warming memories
Retreating to my thermal sanctuary
Dreaming that Summer will return again
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