Stare into the sun and see a somber sky,
To see beyond the blue cry
Of the dripping tears hanging onto past years,
But was the early innocent?
Or did the pain stem from young loss.

Black dog hiding but follows forever,
Praying on fears of future
Desolated days past and pass,

But did opportunity lie forward,
Sleeping on Sky sheep

Or is it unknown like the foreign walls of the cave