When I gaze up at the blue sky
and wonder what I have done
to not be able to fly,
the sky falls;
a river, light looping around my arms and legs
slowly falling with rain that hits my open eye
poisonous flowers; human emotions often lie
When I gaze up at the blue sky
and wonder what I have done
to not be able to fly,
the sky falls;
a river, light looping around my arms and legs
slowly falling with rain that hits my open eye
poisonous flowers; human emotions often lie