Bright Skies Blue

Bright skies blue,

it’s a very nice colour,

I think so,

don’t you?

Skies look so much calmer from up here,

but some are afraid to fly,

they listen to fear.

We can never stay up there too long,

we fall down.

We land on the earth’s surface,

but we always seem to drown.

The sky is bright,

the clouds are soft.

In summer we sweat and in winter we frost.

Bad things happen that we can’t control,

trying to chase worries

and fears away,

when our heads just roll.

I want to leave this place

and I think you will too.

I will do whatever it takes

to belong to the

bright skies

of blue.