So what if the sky won't let you walk away with a patch of the blue sky. Catch that slip through the fingers close by 'a pair of butterflies'. It does a matter whether you say there is or there is none truth is a piece of heaven is on earth!
My heart has a hole please help me repair it, It feels like an abyss so black and so cold.. Don't panic don't threat I've a needle and thread, Will just patch it up with a cloth patch instead.. Cross hatch the stitching so it never comes loose, My boy you'll be good you could call it brand new..
out of the dark further, further pushing on still through the street in a patch just to see you and meet the glorious sun soak in the warmth as the first light of day drifts over us and I start to think maybe this is home, here with you in those shining pale rays, just us and the problems of the world seem so distant when we can just sit here, looking up at the sky, alone, together, enjoying ourselves and so utterly at peace and that is a life that I think I could get used to