Monday, there was light and dark
Wednesday, trees began to reach toward the sky
The sun and moon were new above the birds that framed the blue that found the Friday night
Saturday, a man wiped dust off of his face and opened up his eyes
After the weekend
He was standing at the corner
With his hands itching tor pockets
He was looking for another just like him
And the heart of God broke for his creation
It was not good for man to be alone
It was not good for man to be alone

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN