When the world

is at its worst

and the darkest side

shows through –

when fear

burns into hate

and greed

obscures the view –

when no-one seems to care

and Autumn winds blow cold,

the old don’t understand,

the young despise the old –

when life

keeps turning grey,

I need my rainbow’s end

or a patch of blue

where the sun shines through –

I need you, my friend –