these eyes have never seen
what these skies have done to me
and i guess it never was as easy
as i claimed it to be.

these eyes have opened up,
but the sky it closes shut.
And home is all but nothing
I've held to for ages,

and it all comes crashing down
just like i always said it would.

Because they sky's don't know the meaning
But the eyes can see the point
that the life here that i'm leading
is living in joint.
and us we are all bleeding
Waiting for our anoint.