Sometimes the times are weird

Sometimes the times are weird.
You try to muddle through,
through what you always feared,
it came from space so blue.

Sometimes the times are dark.
You try to hide away,
from devil, wolf and shark.
You fear  you'll have to pay.

Sometimes the times are bright.
You simply don't know why.
There is a glorious light
that trembles high and shy.....

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