The sky's are not always Grey.

Holding your head high, Always reaching to the sky, Life is to short to watch as it passes by, Living in the moment, Not to imply, But eventually will all must die,. Until that day, we must all decay, each and every way, so always portray, in the strongest way, even if its in communique. even though we may disagree, we can all guarantee, to a tolerable degree, in the end we will see, that we all were nothing, but bourgeoisie, middle to nothing, so play your fiddle, and always remember, hold your head high, reach for the sky, or it will pass by, and grey is not always the color of the sky. David Lee Price