I lay back
On my back
And stare
Stare at skies
passing
passing
falling
by
Into my eye.
In my minds eye
They whisper
Sweet nothing
thoughtless lies
As I lie, As I lie
Here in grass to grace my cheek
Wonder Wonder
By which Grace
These thought occur to me
By whose wish am I wondering
By whose whim do I see
What I see
Oh I see..
Who am I to questioning fate?
To watch these skies falling,
perhaps the point of my everything
My light, my glory
Oh sight
Don't deceive my thoughts
Angels of sky
gliding
falling to embrace
Don't deceive me
I know this grass is fool
To believe itself my tears
Oh sight
As I, I mourn for you sky
Envy doth grace my cheek...
how dare i have envied the fallen...
How dare grass envy sweet sweet
sorrow and defeat
