Disillusionment

You can paint the skies and make a rainbow But you cannot quieten a dark rainstorm Not when it's political when it's the norm, Those people will-rise-up - they'll refuse to bow. As long as we are speaking; we are friends Love is a fellowship at times ours is- A sinking ship with bilge water to pump-out But like matchwood, we always seem to float. But if they sink my small boat or your boat There'll be no brotherhood no love of man Yes, they can paint the skies, ask us to vote But when it's over this s*** will hit the fan.