Fire and Rain.

I had a bad day this week. So I came home and wrote stuff. 

I wonder how normal people deal with bad days... 

Fire and Rain

by me

Whenever you see smoke there's fire.

We tend to put our hope in liars.

I built a bridge so big and tall,

Then fire came and burnt it all

And the world put me on trial.

Whenever you see clouds there's rain.

If you hurt, it means you're alive again.

I dug a hole so deep and wide,

Then tripped and tumbled in and cried.

I ran the extra mile.