You know,
It sits there all the way above,
Looking down on us,
I wonder how lonely it feels.
Or how sad it must be,
To see so many people do so many bad things,
It must be entertained as well,
To watch heroic acts and..
Its probably always on the edge of its seat,
When someone is about to face death,
But someone else comes by and saves them.

I wonder if the sky feels lonely.
It just sits there,
It wears its stars throughout the night,
Can put on a brave sun throughout the day,
But when it can’t hold the sun anymore,
It has to let the grey come on by.
No one there to let out its feelings to,
So all it does is cry on the rain.

It must be very lonely,
To be the sky,
Up there so very high.
Not a soul to talk too.