It's going to be okay my friends...

The sky up above is wearing its most daunting and dismal gray
And those clouds in the sky, they have nothing productive to say
Dampness is taking over this morning, this cool November Saturday
Yet somehow we can find it inside us to get up and courageously say

It's going to be okay my friends; it's really going to be okay, okay..
Everything is going to work out alright,  in its own miraculous way
Worries that linger will become like a shadow that is quickly disappearing
And smiles will be replacing those long lines of  tears that are now appearing

The news coming in doesn't seem like it's something we're wanting to hear
People around us are laughing and something we did is wrong its all so clear
Yet we hang on to that line of hope that thread of faith keeping us all alive
And with renewed spirits inside of us sing out a song that's sure to survive:

It's going to be okay my friends; it's really going to be okay, okay..
Everything is going to work out alright,  in its own miraculous way
Worries that linger will become like a shadow that is quickly disappearing
And smiles will be replacing those long lines of  tears that are now appearing

Our loved ones are quickly disappearing,  our circle of friends is dwindling down
It's hard to keep up with all of the goings on in this crazy ole town
Is it possible to keep positive: to bring out for others that reassuring smile?
Sure; if only we will use great will power and sing them  these words for awhile:

It's going to be okay my friends; it's really going to be okay, okay..
Everything is going to work out alright,  in its own miraculous way
Worries that linger will become like a shadow that is quickly disappearing
And smiles will be replacing those long lines of  tears that are now appearing