Worry And Woe
The desk. The lights. The small confined box. The chatter of different people of different people. The crazy ones. The daring ones. The elements of the rain, sadden some people. As one looks toward the window in distress. Thinking why God do I do this everyday. How come I'm not like those below me with carefree lives to spend. How come I'm not there. Then this man looks toward a picture of him and his wife and his two children... and all questions are answered. Although the days may be dreary at time... the evenings will shine without sun for a happy home is upon the return.
Sorry for writing that little story above, this is what went through my mind though while listening to this song. It certainly is a magnificent piece and although I never heard the original, but I believe this is certainly a quality piece on it's own with your revisions. Masteful work. Keep it up.