I look out from my bedroom window,
The day has just begun,
I hope for at least a glimpse,
Of the warm and beautiful sun.
But what I see is different,
Everything is grey,
My mind has taken all the colour,
Far far away.
Summer never comes for me,
I'm inside every day,
I'm sitting in the corner,
I don't care what they say.
Every day is war,
Tears come to my eyes
Every time I think
Of all the grey skies.
