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.