The wind ‘was’ soft, the sun so high, Yet, I cried my eyes out under umbrella skies Everything came pouring out, my ugliness within … My weeping and sobbing uncontrollable Where would my repentance end?
The wind ‘was’ warm. The sun ‘was’ so bright … Yet I cried uncontrollably on this moonless night … As the tears streamed down amid my sighs, My soul was cleansed under umbrella skies … Frankie The Earthman
Frankie The Earthman 