Maybe Things will be all Right

Maybe things won't be so bad
That's what you want to say
Maybe Donald Trump will be all right
So, why paint the sky so gray

He will not only rule with an iron hand
But with wisdom, too
He'll make friends of enemies
And they won't be few

But I won't be one of them
I won't be led astray
I know the difference between skies of blue
And ones dark and gray