WHEN YOU'RE CAUGHT IN PAIN
AND YOU FEEL THE RAIN COME DOWN,
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
WHEN YOU FIND YOUR WAY,
THEN YOU SEE IT DISAPPEAR,
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
THOUGH YOUR GARDEN'S GRAY,
I KNOW ALL YOUR GRACES,
SOMEDAY WILL FLOWER,
IN A SWEET SUNSHOWER. R.I.P; 1964-2017
