When things don’t go your way,
It feels like it’s just not your day,
Looking overhead, the skies seem dull and grey,
And once it’s favorite child, you are now it’s latest prey..
All the praying and wishing seems futile,
You want to sleep, but you have to walk many a mile,
Your troubles keep stacking up, in that big, no huge pile,
And whatever you do, you just can’t get yourself to smile..
Yes, those days, those sad sad days..
Suddenly you think you’ve been reminded of your place..
Looking upwards from the bottom of the ladder,
When life’s all swords and daggers..
Those days, those bad bad days,
You’re under fire, but trying to save your grace..
Going to sleep with a troubled mind,
Wishing tomorrow wouldn’t be another of such days..