When I woke up,
the night was still falling
trickling…. past me
I never seen the stars
but found the tripping stones
left wondering –
where is the sky
so I looked up
to see the clouds - my ceiling
and they're chipping… at the seams
where all the dreams –
are slipping through
and there's nothing –
that I can do.
When I woke up,
I yelled at her
the sky –
who are you to give up on me
because…..
you're all I got
and I've never,
given up on you.
the night was still falling
trickling…. past me
I never seen the stars
but found the tripping stones
left wondering –
where is the sky
so I looked up
to see the clouds - my ceiling
and they're chipping… at the seams
where all the dreams –
are slipping through
and there's nothing –
that I can do.
When I woke up,
I yelled at her
the sky –
who are you to give up on me
because…..
you're all I got
and I've never,
given up on you.
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