The sky is lit with white-gold light
Day brings the war to sight...

Risen suns
Fade to darkness...

Dying shadows
Leaping flames...

My eyes are the color of the stormy ocean
Perfectly in harmony with my very soul...

I am not blue.... I am like a cloud:
Soft and fluffy in the light of the sun...

The rain fell thick but slowly
As if grief had stolen...

Sometimes the gap between
Misery and healing...

In a world without any darkness
What becomes of the light...

This world is so cold
Even with global warming...

Even as I sit here
Spring's slowly made from Winter...

At first life's warm weather was covered in snow...
But now the clouds bring rain...

There is day
And then comes...