.
.
looking out at the stormy sky
I thought of you and who
you used to be
looking out, I thought I’d spy
a hint of truth but no blue
can be seen
when the sky falls down around us
.
working out the miles to go
not far from the raining pain
of where you are
working out the flies below
wing speed all delayed
to keep up with you, sir
.
and when the sky falls down around
we’ll be the eye of the storm
.
complicated, if you don’t even know
the simple truth, thirty-seven show
and though it’s clear as day here…..
complicated, you don’t even know
the simple truth in a one-man show
it’s clear as day here but
I know you’re still in dark
.
looking out at the stormy sky
I thought of you and who
you came to be
looking out, I thought I’d spy
a way to you but truth
is hard to eat
not so sweet
as memory
.
complicated, if you don’t even know
the simple truth, thirty-seven show
and though it’s clear as day here
it’s dark where comfort grazes low
complicated, you don’t even know
the simple truth in a one-man show
it’s clear as day here but
I know you’re still in dark
.
when the sky falls down around us
when sparks are all around us
when the world departs around us
we’ll be the eye of the storm
.
.
.
.
Copyright L.M. 2009.
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