The Forecast

Looks like we’re in for heavy rain
A mix of sorrow filled with pain
Your star is set to glow tonight
Thirty percent chance of delight
A little joy, a lot of strife
Such are the seasons of this life
But there’s no use in repining
Like the sun, you’ll soon be shining

The horizon is dark with doom
A mix of pity filled with gloom
Before the sun falls from the sky
Thirty percent chance you’ll know why
One day a sinner, then a saint
Apply another coat of paint
It’s just a storm you’re going through
Tomorrow all things will be new

It sure looks like its gonna pour
A mix of hatred drenched with war
There’s trouble in the atmosphere
Thirty percent chance we’re not clear
One day a martyr, then a gun
Hailstorm of bullets spares no one
Don’t let the weather keep you in
We’re counting on peace to begin

A mix of anguish with moist eyes
A biting cold snap’s moving near
Thirty percent chance they’re sincere
A little mercy, a lot of grace
Who is winning the human race?
It’s time to come in from the cold
Your kindness never will grow old