When things are delightfully sunny
And the breeze is blue a lighter hue
I find the world still stopped at hope
With a pumpkin pie browning in the oven
I’m always shaken with lively debate
If not weekly battles on the tube
Then scrimmages over on the stove
For life can be a blessed thing with family
Having the simply things mean more.
A brother in arms
A sister to adore
A father of faith
A mother of endless love.
There I have my blue skies.
Hope on the darkest nights.
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