The Coming Clouds

I used to make you happy
now you only cry
You used to help me smile
Now you make me die

The clouds had parted
sun came shining through
A ray of hope to guide my soul
That ray my dear, was you

In blinding flash, resounding roar
One tiny cloud shall end the hope
For happiness is not for me
The tree now found, I tie the rope

Yet through this all
The pains that kill
Sorrows built and fears renewed
I find I say, I love you still