Today the sky, might be bright
and clear,
There's no need for one to be
near.
You think, you'll be just fine
alone,
Nothing for which, you'll atone.
Tomorrow, the sky might get
cloudy, and all,
A misty rain could begin to fall.
The morning dew, might dampen,
your day,
A tear could slip, and go astray.
Everyone needs someone to care,
Then you won't walk alone, in the
misty air.
(c) copyright heather burns