Searching stormy skies
for warm rays to dry dark, unfounded fears—
swollen, bruised and black-
gray clouds hurl acerbic lead-swollen tears.
Embraced by unfettered faith
in your returning golden rays—
brightly streaming sun-soaked strength
brings life to roots entrapped in clay.
melancholic mist shields your face from me,
but I crave your touch
to quicken our eternal destiny.
Composed by Freddie Hubbard © 1966
Lyrics by Rusty Taylor © 2011