The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.Lift my
head from the pillow and then fall again.With a shiver in my
bones just thinking about the weather.A quiver in my lips as if I
might cry.Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I
breathe.Lately it seems this big bed is where I never
leave.Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.Quiver
in my voice as I cry,"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth
is the sun hidaway."I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now
I'm far behind.You've put in 'bout half a day
while here I liewith a shiver in my bones just thinking about the
weather.A quiver in my lip as if I might cry,"What a cold and
rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hidaway?"Do I need someone
here to scold meor do I need someone who'll grab and pull me
out of thisfour poster dull torpor pulling downward.For it is
such a long time since my better days.I say my prayers nightly
this will pass away.The color of the sky is grey as I can see
through the blinds.Lift my head from the pillow and then fall
againwith a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.A
quiver in my voice as I cry,"What a cold and rainy day. Where on
earth is the sun hidaway?"I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.