in moments of grief many promises are made that need to be kept
all progress begins when we decide to stand up and take the first step
dark clouds move quickly but because we’re warned, the storm isn’t a surprise
history unfolds outside my door, down the street i stop. to listen.
what was normal just a week ago, is now eyed with suspicion
there is always light to chase away the darkness when we make our own
there are hands that help and there are hands that cause pain we choose which we have
a disease will spread as far and fast as it can until there’s a cure
when caught in a storm it is best to hold on tight and look for rainbows
i can tell today is the kind of day where the coffee just won’t work
uptown jack 