Though the sun will not shine when dark clouds align,
It is never torn asunder,
But fleet-footed joy is cautiously coy
And flees from the sound of thunder.
He rides with the stars, in fairs and bazaars,
And thrives wherever there’s laughter,
But when rain starts to fall, away he will trawl
To find the sunshine he’s after.
How silly is joy, a misguided boy,
To search for the rays of the sun
By running away from gloom-glowered day
Before the storm has begun.
For the sun’s always there behind clouds of despair,
And it’s through these clouds one must run;
To break through the pain, you must swim through the rain
To embrace the warmth of the sun.