Patience my child, tomorrow shall be a brighter day.
When the heart is full of sorrow and the mind overpowered by the gloominess;
what do I have to do
Each morning the the dark cloud hangs above my head;
what am I to do?
Each day, it hides the smiling sun.
The sun rays shining through the clouds, bring forth a brighter day
But my day is like a thunderstorm
Faced with turmoils, and nowhere to turn
What do I have to do in order to see that smiling sun once again.
Patience my child tomorrow shall be a brighter day; so says the voice.
