Sky

 

 

 

Sky

 

Let someone else describe the sky,

The revolting, beastly canopy.

I've come to weep. I've come to cry.

There's no escape from misery.

 

The revolting, beastly canopy,

Jailor of birds and silver linings.

There's no escape from misery,

Though clouds still drift and stars keep shining.

 

Jailor of birds and silver linings

And sunbeams trying to break free -

Though clouds still drift and stars keep shining,

The sky is hideous to me.

 

And sunbeams trying to break free

Can only ever hit the ground.

The sky is hideous to me.

I won't look up, nor turn around.

 

can only ever hit the ground

I've come to weep. I've come to cry.

I won't look up, nor turn around.

Let someone else describe the sky.

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