the streets are casted in gray by the clouds
still provide me an elegant smile
the sun can't be angry forever

I fear the days to come will be different if the sun doesn't show
and yet the apprehension is nothing when you smile
Maybe if you talk for a while, weave stories with your tongue,
you'll call out the sun from hiding
Bide your time well for no one can tell
when events may steal you from time
though a crime no one is worthy to committ
you can not rely on your wit as a savior
Maybe if you smile time will grant you a little while