The depressing rain falls,
As the sky weeps sorrowfully,
And the heavy humidity
Horribly weighs me down,
For I am imprisoned in the
Dark gloom, with seemingly
No way out, and yet,
Sweet Madonnina d’Amore,
You smile upon me and are
Silently with me as I carry
My daily crosses, and so
You patiently remind me,
Over and over and over,
To fix my trusting gaze on
The Passion of your Sun,
For above the clouds
The sky is always blue, and
The weary world is warmed
By the Living Light of Love.