I Got Nothing To Say

Sometimes the words come easy

The thoughts run free

But the rain is falling cold

The sky is mean and dark

There are sad times to the north

And I got nothing to say

Sometimes the glass is shattered

The precious is no more

But the air will grow dry with comfort

The sky will be clear and bright

The healing will be slow

And I’ll have something to say

Gene G. McLaughlin 2012

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