This Sky Above Our Heads,
Has Seen Death,
Pain,
Blood,
Scars,
Misery,
Destruction,
Frowning Faces,
Tears,
And War,
And Has Lost So Many Friends,
Over Millions Of Years
This Sky Has Seen Hunter's Orange,
And Death's Charcoal,
Has Seen Crimson Red Rain,
And Blue Faces,
This Sky,
Has Seen Misery's Rainbow
This Sky Has Seen Happiness,
Love,
Hate,
Heard Laughter,
And Screams,
Has Housed The People Who Gave Up,
And Housed The People Who Dreamed
This Sky,
Is Tough,
And Cold,
Yet Warm,
And Soft,
Wraped In A Blanket Of Clouds,
Watching Our Microscopic Problems,
Under The Rays Of The Sun And Moon
This Sky Has Been Beaten And Battered,
Until Black And Blue,
Has Seen The Stars,
And Watched Oceans Turned To Deserts
This Sky Has Been Gazed Upon,
Wished Upon,
Studied,
And Cut Through,
Has Been Yelled At,
And Has Heard The Murmers Of Praying People,
Yet,
This Sky,
Has Never Said A Word...
Trying To Make A Mysterious Poem That You Kinda Need To Think About