Jealousy; a twisted game
That I am not eager to try
If I really have to confess
I am jealous of the sky

I would give anything to be like that
No concious concerns, careless, carefree
Away from Earths breaking existence
That's the life for me

People below would feel my tears
And dance among my pain
Laughing as I cried, shaking, hurt
Thanking me for bestowing rain