Look at that sky
Look at them clouds
I hope it don't rain . . .

Looking up to the sky
He couldn't stop to cry
Darkness every day
They took his sunshine away

He calls out in his sleep
For the soul he can't keep
In the deep piney woods
He lost all that was good

But look at that sky
Look at them clouds
I hope it don't rain
Like it did down south

Upon this broken ground
He is seeking a path
Among the lost and found
Between good and bad

He felt sorry for himself
He felt sorry waking up
Sleeping on the ground
He prayed for some luck

But look at that sky . . .

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Writer(s): John Doe