Tytuł: Of blue

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   So here I am
  Just a man with his empty hands
  Right here I'd go down on my knees
  And offer submission
  If it made my grey skies blue
  
  So hear my call
  Well, it won't make no difference at all
  Right here I would speak any vow
  And promise I'd give
  If it made my grey skies blue
  
  I know that I have a habit
  Of taking things too hard
  How often you've almost got mad about that
  
  Well, I know what you mean
  When you say things are never as bad as they seem
  Although I don't really think
  That you are truly right
  Every word I'll deny
  If I get through this night
  
  So here I am
  Just a man with his empty hands
  Right here I'd go down on my knees
  And offer submission
  If it made my grey skies blue
  
  So hear my call
  Well, it won't make no difference at all
  Right here I would speak any vow
  And promise I'd give
  If it made my grey skies blue
  
  Sometimes I wonder
  Why we try to plan anything at all
  It never works out
  And life goes on its own secret ways
  
  When I feel like I'm losing my grip
  I remind you still saying
  "Those days won't last forever,
  I swear you'll be back under skies of blue"
  
  Well, I know what you mean
  When you say life is not as unfair as it seems
  Although I don't really think
  That you are truly right
  Every word I'll deny
  If I get through this night
  
  So here I am
  Just a man with his empty hands
  Right here I'd go down on my knees
  And offer submission
  If it made my grey skies blue
  
  So hear my call
  Well, it won't make no difference at all
  Right here I would speak any vow
  And promise I'd give
  If it made my grey skies blue