the day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

it rains, and the wind is never weary;
the vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
but at every gust the dead leaves fall,
and the day is dark and dreary.

my life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
it rains, and the wind is never weary;
my thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
and the days are dark and dreary.

be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
my fate is the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall,
some days must be dark and dreary.

is it 2 much 2 ask if i wanna c some sunshine?? besides, i wanna go ride the horsies over thanksgiving! ok so nothings been going on at all-same ole stuff......church on sun.-need 4 speed underground on the ps2 all evening-/-mon-pre-registered 4 the test-/oh duh that was 2day-so yup thats it. gotta catch some zzz's--the test is from 8-5ish-ALL DAY LONG. oh ick.