Not in times of sorrow

Why do you have to do it today?

Is there any other way

You know I haven’t had a good day

Have you got anything to say?

Well, if no, let me be free

And do as I will

Let me sit there, dreaming

On my windowsill

Don’t call me

I’d be doing a duty, my job

If you see blood, it’s ok

Just shut your gob

So please not today

Let it be tomorrow

We’ll see when we can

Not in times of sorrow