Blue; yet not for Long

 Clouds & Coffee stain the air
this air; this cloud called despair.

What hurts now will soon become joy in the end;
don't fret, don't cry this pain will soon end.

Your down and out yet not for long
soon that day will come to sing a new song.

To reach joy you must first endure pain
just hold your head high this day will soon bleed
dry.

Then soon comes the day where wings spread and you Fly!