The Kid

The rain is falling down the sky’s

The rain is blinding my eyes
The rain is gray, and dark it is
The rain appears in the mist

The clouds are white, producing rain

The clouds are mighty, deciding change
The clouds can choose rain or snow
The clouds can lose, when wind blows
 
The wind is strong, spreading cold
The wind is young, the wind is old
The wind can blow the clouds away
The wind can make a fresher day
 
The sun can shine and make you glad
The sun can sleep and make you mad
The sun can’t give or save a life
But the sun can give the kid a smile
 
The kid is ill, the kid won’t heal
The kid knows that his pain is real
The kid knows he has nearly passed
But still the sun can give the kid a smile