Not keeping my mouth shut when I should always brought me more trouble than a dust storm, among other things.
Mother told me on one of her bad days that I was born under a black cloud.
That must be the reason there is no love for me in the house.
It seems that trouble walks beside me, with the devil just ahead.
I think my mother might be right, for following the devil is making the road ahead like walking under the shadow of a black cloud, a storm forever raging inside my head.
Until the day I met an angel called Alice.
She picked me up from the gutter and gave me shelter.
She also gave me her heart.
I am found, the black cloud vanished, the storm no longer rages inside my head. The devil no longer walks ahead of me.
The sky above takes on a different colour. If I am wearing rose-tinted glasses, may I never remove them…
Anita Dawes 2018