Separate the good from the bad,

Not much left to choose from.

Though the sky has many hues,

It's the clouds that block them from view.

Blue skies are not always blue,

When storms of life steal them away.

But there is always tomorrow

Where you can bury your sorrow.

Life is meant to be lived and loved.

The choice is oft just left to you.

Put a smile on your face, liven your pace.

Someone is waiting, at the end of the race.