September 5th
Down falls the rain,
up goes my coat’s hood.
Had hoped for sun.
I face the opposition and pause.
Those who complain
have neither sol-ution nor fun-ction.
Out goes my tongue,
in go the raindrops.
Down falls the rain,
up goes my coat’s hood.
Had hoped for sun.
I face the opposition and pause.
Those who complain
have neither sol-ution nor fun-ction.
Out goes my tongue,
in go the raindrops.