The clouds ran,

And left a lit blue sky,

So peaceful times,

Creep back up on me,

Is it true or an illusion of calm,

False diagnosis that lies and cheats,

I can be positive,

Yes I definitely am!

But life can be cruel and scar the strongest,

But hope cannot die,

For with it my soul lives on,

So while the clouds ran away,

I'll bask in the warmth of the Sun.