Cloud Maker

To be fulfilling is what I always wish Each day of mine to run smooth and right Always happens something to diminish Clip wings of the brightest day on sight. When dawn quietly opens up eyelid Reveals a world incredibly fine I pray to god the least that I need Is a sky tinted gold in sunshine. Soon from speck of a cloud grows a storm Thunders roar lashes rain blizzards blow Hopes are torn on the path strewn with thorn Lost is all of the dawn's pearly glow. When the night finds me stalled on day's grave Shedding tears for its going unfulfilled Answers god for you fullness though I saved Your acting a cloud maker got it killed.