Cobalt electric blue
I thought of you
Of what you do
Where nothing is true

A million people fell
Into their private hell
With demons to tell
Their souls to sell

Did anyone listen to me
I never asked for sympathy
Only to escape from misery
Where vessels lay empty

So I grabbed the sky
Reached up too high
Heard an Angel cry
Knew I could never fly

Whatever we go through
Breaking from every rule
What do we look to
Colbalt electric blue

copyright Chris Smith 2012