Where did you go my blue eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where is the worshipper of the Sun
Do they still listen
When the forests are rich and deep
Where hope is simple
So, I believe everyday
I can do something differently
This man prophesizes futures
And my mother still saves my soul
I saw a man's patience die
As his loved one sped away
From the window of his house
I still love you, he said
As he has aged
The meaning of his words has aged
The essence has stayed the same
A frown should make no difference
Pity, he has no one to share his mortal heart
That died with an utter scream
In a gutter where no one sees
Reprieve didn't save this alcoholic
Only the choices left
Were what he got
His options were short
He has no power over himself
Where are you my blue-eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where are the worshipped ones
Who stood and listened to the sermon?