I always lay watching the sky move
Imagine a view through which passes like the dawn of age
It was when it happened, I aged too
Realizing that animosity was pointless, it aged

When the sky aged and there were no more clouds of white
I met someone with eyes that would open eyes to sight

Maybe we can save this cold world
I was left  starring through those eyes

Time turns but why?, in her eyes its deep
Time drifting as the beauty is ever stunning

I looked back up into her Blue eyes
The sky was gone and With age I died

Now I know what to do