The Sun is Gone
By Robert W. Cluney
The sun is gone, the sky is gray
As here in my bed I lay
Looking through my window, at the morning sky
Feeling blue, not knowing why
Then I see a bird on the wing
He perches on a branch to sing
In that moment I realize
Happiness is not the color of skies
That's not the way the day to start
Happiness is something you feel in your heart