The storm will clear today
It has been here for year’s
Maybe the weatherman is right
Blue skies are but a memory lately
Shedding light on all the problems
We want to see clearly for a while
On the edge of a blue sky day
When every day used to be clear
Always with each other
We were so free and unbound
Before the clouds turned us grey
So long since I saw you smile each day
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 