I think when the lights are out,
Is it really worth it.
I like the stars that shine so bright,
One day the dark skies i shall visit.
I watch the gentle rain fall,
Splashing gracefully on my windowsill.
Through all the skies treacheries,
I wonder how it remains so still.
I realized the sky suffers too,
I watches us wish to be free.
People don't think of the sky feeling pain,
But I do for it has always been a friend to me.
