Stormy


My life is stormy as far as I can see,
stormy life, please let me be.

Skies above are troubled,
since you went away.
Though I have seen better days,
these gray skies seem to stay.

Gray is my life now,
and dark are my days.
I seek the sun's solace,
but find only grays.

My life is stormy as far as I can see,
stormy life, please let me be.

It won't stop raining,
it's raining all the time.
And my tears, like the raindrops,
fall heavy on my mind.

There are rivers of weary,
dripping in my wine,
washing away my cheery,
when you were mine.

My life is stormy as far as I can see,
stormy life, please let me be.

The wind howls a mournful tune,
how can I escape this awful gloom,
you have cast upon me,
in this darkened room.

Closed in by four walls,
and dark of night.
I cry bitter tears.
Please show me the light.

My life is stormy as far as I can see,
stormy life, please let me be.

Please let me be.

Stormy.




Stormy Weather Looms

A takeoff from the classic, Stormy Weather

Thinking of the folks in Moore, Oklahoma

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