Thursday morning, just another Thursday morning
Just another gray rainy Thursday morning
Just another gray rainy Thursday morning with a threat of eternity
Can eternity really appear on a Thursday?
Such a nondescript day shouldn’t be the jumping off point
It shouldn’t be the ending or the beginning
It is after all just another Thursday morning.
Just another gray rainy Thursday
A sad and weepy morning, just another sad weepy morning
Just another gray rainy sad and weepy morning
Seems if it’s sad and weepy it shouldn’t be gray and rainy
But some days are just that way
It could always be worse, it could be cold and windy as well
Try and imagine that, gray and rainy cold and windy sad and weepy
That over which I have no control piles deep and heavy on my mind
A combination to try this woman’s soul
Just another day alone with myself
Just another solitary gray day alone with myself,
Just another solitary gray day alone with myself, the rain, wind and tears
Just another solitary gray day alone with myself, the rain, wind, tears and holiday decorations
Surrounded by holiday decorations.
Surrounded by holiday decorations and the lights of the season
The colored lights of the season should be able to push back the gray
Yet all I see is a smeared rainbow as I blink my weepy eyes.
Tomorrow is another day,
Perhaps Friday will prove to be different