Look out the window it’s raining again,
I new it was coming my wrist’s full of pain,
Oh for the sun with it’s beams glowing bright,
The pain that I feel would be gone tonight.
Each year goes bye the throbbing gets worse,
I’m sure it’s the devils own wicked course,
He sits and he laughs as I sit in pain,
Then he giggles and sends down more rain.
So god please the summer send it to me,
So my body warms up in the hot summer breeze,
And please if you can when winter comes round,
Make it a mild one so my wrist is sound.