The skies cry the tears that I try to hold in
And like a quick hand they are flung from the windscreen.
On the radio croons the voice of Jimmy Cliff;
"You can get it if you really want, but you must try, try and try"
Try not to let this sadness cloud your dreams,
Like fogs obscures the hilltops
Try not to slide into distraction
Like the slippery road threatens to throw you off.
The song breaks.
A weather brief comes on,
Tomorrow morning, it will be sunny.
© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2010
