A separate sky screams louder on a breeze.
When you find me running from the night,
just hope that it doesn’t follow you.
The days that breed creation begin as they end,
and men might be responsible.
But few can show us why.

A separate sky is ageless until it learns to fear.
We know this moment will come,
but we hope the sky doesn’t learn from us.
How we carry ourselves will show her
what she must do.

A separate sky listens for the cry of freedom.
As long as we envision that we are all in worlds of our own,
we can never realize that we have never been less alone.
They have been warned,
but the message lies powerless
confronted by the ashes of the past.


The skies remain separate for as long as we believe that they have to.
So don’t waste your time believing in me.