This is the song that runs through my head today, Corpus Christi. He was tortured to death for doing what was right. And here we are, millenia later, many having joy and peace purloined by the ubiquitous murderers of blue skies. Yes, they are still here. Yes, they still search for ways to torment. But no, I refuse to let them destroy my sunshine.

Chris brilliantly expressed the relentless pursuits of that ilk. Maybe he was talking about a lover. But his words transcend a tryst. Extrapolate.

You flew in on the wind –
Was a day that I won’t forget.
Told me to let you in,
And that I would not regret it.
But you had a touch as cold as rain,
And all at once the weather changed.
Murderer of blue skies!

(Refrain) I can’t wait to never be with you again.
I can’t wait to lead a life that you’re not in.
And I won’t break.
Though I may bend from time to time.
I can’t wait to never be with you again.

Now the truth will set you free,
But all you had was lying in you.
So you built a cage for me,
All the while pretending to be
A living saint with a thorny crown,
And me condemned to be your clown.
I applaud you as you take a bow. (Refrain)

Always thought that I’d pride myself on patience, but it’s wearing thin.
Never thought that falling for you only meant falling down. (Refrain)